This past weekend Eric and I took a little road trip to St. George. Eric’s company rented out some houses for a managers retreat. So Eric and me, and like 10 other couples, COUPLES WEEKEND TO THE MAX partied in the red rock.
I really love St. George. I love running the trails there, and it’s always a nice respite from Winter. Right about this time of year I have an especially hard time with the last of the cold, I think a lot of people feel this way before Spring is totally here. And instead of getting depressed and sulky, I just start getting pissed whenever the sun isn’t out.
I’ve been in Utah, oh is it 7 years now? Just about. And more or less I have fashioned a pretty good attitude about the state in general. I came here as a very snotty Southern Californian, but the beautiful falls and those damn mountains have grown on me. And because I have been here the majority of my adult life, in a lot of ways I feel local.
But every so often, like on a cold gray morning like today, I’ll wake up and feel like shouting, “I’m from San Diego DAMMIT! And I’m not going to take this anymore!” It took me years, and marrying an Alpine boy, to learn that being from California doesn’t make me better than Utahans. It’s not their fault they were born here. And really, there are a lot of good things in general. There’s that whole cool “I play in the mountains drink from Nalgene bottles and drive a gnar gnar Subaru” vibe. There are the campers and the skiers, hikers and bikers. And don’t get me wrong, I think that’s all really “cool.” But I’m not going to fake it, I don’t think I’m better than Utah, I love Utah, maybe it’s too good for me, but deep deep down I DO think all of us Southern Californians are inherently cooler.
Yeah, I said it. Cooler. You know why? Because I grew up next to the beach people! I grew up wearing flip flops 95% of the year. I grew up with a perpetual tan and bleach blond hair. And I love it! And I miss it all! I miss it so much. I miss the salty air and I miss the beat up old Benz’s with surfboards strapped to the top. I miss the sandy boardwalks and bonfires. I miss wetness in the air that is nowhere to be found in Utah. I miss my clear moisturized skin, and I even miss the surf shops where I bought all of my Volcom gear in high school. Most of the year I love the snowy peaks and grid system, but right about now, I have absolutely no need for it. Because I miss Jack in the Box, Yogurt Mill and Oscar’s. I miss Eucalyptus trees and the overuse of Palm trees in landscaping. I miss birds of paradise and agapanthus. I miss the green. All of the green and mostly the blue.
And I don’t care if you see my true colors. I’m from San Diego, and UTAH! you can’t take that from me. Sure, I may never be able to afford to live there again, and I might not even be able to afford a plane ticket home. But I grew up not knowing the definition of a “nice day” because EVERYDAY was a nice day. And man, I miss it.
So I do apologize for the nostalgic and somewhat exclusive post. But I just needed to reminisce. Just for a little, before I get back to work, back to snow, and back to reality.
I love you all, Utahans, Californians, and you east coasters, I even love you too.
I have a lot of ponies to mail out, so if you have one coming, it’s on the way.