I was driving home from work last week and suddenly felt overwhelmingly lucky to live where I do. My whole commute is about 10 minutes long but if there's traffic it triples the amount of time it takes to get home. I was particularly cranky about this (as I've mentioned before I suffer from a teensy bit of road rage) and I peeled off the 5 at the first exit available. "Ugh, this is just what I need at the end of my day. How is this fair? Why is this person riding on their brakes? I'll just take the coast. Expletive. Expletive." As the view of the ocean came in to focus, it put into perspective how lucky I really am. I wondered what my rush was, rolled down the windows and took a deep breath.
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| Encinitas, CA |
I thought my San Diego County friends might get a kick out of some of these:
You know you're from San Diego when...
-There are four distinct seasons: Summer, Not Quite Summer, Almost Summer, and Oh Hey Look Its Summer Again
-You know what MB, OB, and PB stand for
-You still call it the Del Mar Fair
{Am I missing something? Does it have a different name now?}
-You know what "The Merge" is, and will plan your entire day around not being on it during rush hour
-You've taken the Coaster and laughed at people sitting in traffic on the 5
-Your house doesn't have air conditioning
and most importantly:
-If the menu doesn't have California burritos on it, forget it, its not real Mexican food
