Orange County is a strange place. I don’t really know why on a conscious level, it’s just like every place else, with the same chains, traffic, rude people, the same sun and sky as anywhere… but it feels strange to me, much stranger than NC ever did. I guess it might be partially an East Coast/ West coast cultural thing, but maybe that is in my head. Maybe I just want it to be strange and different to make it more exciting. Sigh. I feel like I can’t put how I feel into words and that is frustrating.
Jef got his school money and I have a lead on a job, so that is good news on the money front. We still aren’t exactly going to be living it up here for the next few years, but we’re still having an adventure nevertheless.
We drove into LA over the weekend to see Holly and Jesse, friends of Jef who were only in town for the day since Holly was moving to Atlanta. Afterwards we drove up into the Hollywood Hills and enjoyed the views from Mulholland Drive. It’s my favorite place to go in LA, the cliffs are so high and the view is gorgeous.
I was going to upload some pictures, but my iPhone ate them. Damn you technology!!!


















