I took a few moments tonight to sit on the front porch of our little pink palace in the LBC. It's moments like that when I realize how much I love living here. How awesome and amazing southern California is. I suppose I could list all the typical reasons why...great weather, beautiful beaches, diversity of entertainment and types of people. But it's just more than that for me. It's the air - the way it smells and sounds. The way it feels on my skin when I walk along the beach path. Long Beach makes me happy and I truly can't imagine living anywhere else.
There are times when I miss the Bay Area. Growing up in Los Altos was ok. I can't complain. But we weren't rich and unfortunately most people tend to connect "Los Altos" with "rich". Regardless, it was a nice place to live and grow up in. I don't go back often, but when I do, it's never ever the same. It is defintely not where I grew up. I guess maybe it's true, you can't go back.
But I'm happy here. In my little pink palace where most mornings I can hear the fog horns and don't care that I can hear the bus roll by every hour. Cuz this is home. And home is where you'll find me.
Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
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