move

today was one of those days that seemed so perfect you’d have to be crazy to want to leave this place. but i’ve been called worse things than crazy. it’s a beautiful 73 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, a light breeze coming in off of the pacific, things are blooming and people are outside enjoying it. it seems perfect. what better day to enjoy my new hobby, jogging. i can thank my dad for inspiring me to take this up, he’s been an avid jogger for 35+ years and after that long the only negative thing he can say about it is that after that many years you have to be careful of your knees. my entire life he’s talked about how good he feels after running. so why not take it up, right? i need something athletic to do with myself. hopefully sometime in the near future i can even find a companion (furry or bipedal or otherwise) to join me in this hobby. so anyway, i woke up and decided what better day than today to practice my new hobby (even though i woke up with sore legs from last time i went running), what with the perfect weather, and what better place to go than to jog around the dirt track that circles the neighborhood reservoir. i was enjoying the cute little houses that permeate my neighborhood on the way there and i thought to myself, “you know, i’m going to miss this place. the cute houses. the people walking their dogs, the neighborhood dive bar, the little market and cafes”. but then i remembered that the cute little houses will cost you a cool mil if not more for maybe 2 bedrooms if you’re lucky. probably more than i’ll make in the next decade. the people jogging or biking or walking their dogs didn’t look up and smile or nod or say hello or acknowledge my existence in any way as i jogged past them. the dive bar has been taken over by all the fakest hollywood fucks that i’ve been trying to get away from since suddenly this has become the “cool” neighborhood to hang out in. the little market is so crowded you can barely get in and you certainly cant shop without being elbowed and pushed aside by more “important” people who most certainly drive fancier cars than you do. and people aren’t the only ones that like this perfect weather. anything and everything transplanted from other states and countries and even planets, i’m sure, will bloom and flourish here. and this is just the right time of year for it. all the things that caused my allergic reactions in the other places i’ve lived have set down roots here long before i decided to. and they pay a hell of a lot less for the real estate too.