I spent the day at the beach yesterday. Pristine sand. Waves. Perfect day. The beach is one of many reasons why I live in Los Angeles.
I have a friend who recently moved to Denver. I've never been to Denver. I'm sure it's nice, but there aren't any beaches in Denver.
I have another friend who moved to Portland. I've been to Portland, great town, but there aren't any beaches there either. River beaches don't count.
People love to dog LA. We're like Cleveland that way. But I'm not moving. No way, no how.
New York? Zero chance. Paris? Maybe. Chicago looks nice, but for the winters. I've always wanted to live in Pittsburgh for a winter, or Detroit. Detroit interests me, with all the rundown houses. You can probably pick up a nice house for a decent price there. I'd like to restore an old abandoned dream house, and bring it halfway back.
Those cities are getaway destinations in my mind. Not longterm solutions for living. No, I'm not leaving LA. What for?
I'm not too good for LA, and LA has been bery, bery good to me.
