My ties to California is fading away...
I grew up living in lots of different places. Attended five different elementary schools, one Jr. high and two different high school even though I only went for year and half of high school before dropping out.
The longest I lived in a given region is California. Lived in Oceanside, Carlsbad, Newport Beach, Costa Mesa, Tustin, and Hermosa Beach. All gorgeous places, a place you would want to visit on vacation. And I never realized it but I grew attached to the hype that was and is California. My co-worker once said, he heard a garage band playing on the beach of Manhattan Beach. It was the Doors... To other things which only happens in California and my involvement in high tech micro-electronics in San Jose/Milpitas(sp)/Mountain View... Lots of fond and exciting memories.
But now, I decided to sell my beach bungalow in Hermosa Beach. What a location!! Walk to the beach with a surf board, see King Harbor with all the yachts bobbing up and down and sailing masts swaying in the wind. You can see Redondo Beach Pier and Hermosa Beach pier from my house. Not just a peek but a panoramic view of the pacific ocean and it included an unobstructed view of Palos Verdes. I'll never own another property like that. I kept it even though I moved to beautiful Portland Or. Thought it would make a nice summer house har har ha.
I'm getting old. I'm not into that kind of lifestyle anymore. It's a place for those in their twenties and thirties. So my house is officially listed in MLS as of today. And all of sudden I'm feeling remorse and saddend with the idea of cutting my ties with California. I never thought I would have such sad feelings about leaving a place.
Too bad, I should have bought a lifetime patron membership (non-magician) to Magic Castle when Mrs. Larsen offered it to me back in the '90s. It's a one of kind place to entertain your guests/friends. Just an old fashioned dress code.
Thanks for letting me lament.
Cest la vie (snif snif)