I spent the last week or so in Orange County looking for a new place. I think we've pretty much nailed down where we are going to live. About 1800 feet from the beach. That sucks huh? Shawn likes the beach. mmmm beach....
The nice thing was that this was the first time I spoke to people that didn't look at me with that cocked head confused dog look, when I told them that I work from home. "How do you work at home, do you have a Casino there?"
I also found that when I told people that I was an “artist” they didn't give me the old- "Oh, you wear black clothes, smoke Clove cigarettes, and hang out in coffee shops, lamenting about the sorry state of modern art." look. No, they invariably said, “This is where I need to be if I am an artist.” It was really refreshing after the educational and cultural wasteland attitudes of Las Vegas.
So while I’ll be missing out on the easy sex and free booze of Las Vegas (two of my biggest priorities as everyone knows) I believe I’ll be able to find a new possibility there. At the very least, an educated conversation.
Snobby? Elitist? Maybe. I guess in the end, it’s all about liking where you are. I haven’t liked, or even tolerated where I am, since a few months after moving to Las Vegas. The thing is- people that had known us for a long time kept telling Mary and I both that we would hate it here. They were right and we wrong.
Do I think that a geographical cure is going on? Not so much. I’ve considered that but I realized after a few conversations with my brother that I’ve wanted to live in Orange County since I first visited San Clemente in 1991. I’m starting to feel like Charlie at the end of Willie Wonka these days. (Except-you know-with way better hair).
Posted by shawn at June 11, 2003 08:45 AM