I knew from our very first encounter that we weren't meant to be, me and California. Which is funny because everyone that I knew from California insisted that I was going to love it there. They told tales of lush landscaping, beautiful weather year round, and beautiful scenery everywhere. But I remember clearly the day that we drove down to CA in May 2007 to look for an apartment in Orange County and all I could think was "really? this is it?". There was something about the trash lined roads and the brownish colored, smog-filled sky that immediatedly put me off. And anyone who knows me knows that I just barely tolerated my time in California and that I couldn't wait to get out.
There were a few things about California that I loved. The beach. The mild summers. The variety of places to eat. And the girls. Or should I say, my girlfriends. I've never had a better group of fun, funny, sweet, girlfriends who could put up with my antics and my slightly innappropriate sense of humor. I miss them so much it makes my heart hurt.
So last week when Brian decided to make a quick trip down to California for a film thingy I jumped at the chance so I could see my girlfriends again. The timing of our trip could not have been more perfect because it was book club weekend! Oh how I miss my book club!!
As Brian and I drove home we talked a lot about our hatred for California in general. But we both agreed that as far as friends go, California is the place to be.