Fellow blogger Jules Smith submitted this essay, and we thank her.
Being English is pretty cool and living in England (apart from petrol being $9 a gallon, learning to live with rain and not having any big guns to play with) is, on the whole, a decent place to spend your time: pubs, best ales, outstanding puddings, edgy fashion, sarcasm and name calling as a term of endearment, BBC dramas without adverts and Mary Berry.
Despite the fact that I truly love my country I always think one should have a home away from home. Sometimes you can get bored, well I do anyway, within months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds. I’m also a great believer in broadening your horizons and nothing betters you mentally or culturally than experiencing different countries, fodder, communities, and antics. Hence, I am often traveling and have had the luxury of visiting many countries in the world. I am fortunate enough to be able to work from anywhere so long as I have my laptop with me. Pepper spray and a knife in my boots are just optional extras that I find can add to the excitement.
Anyway, for those on here that know a little about me, I have spent the last three years of my time split between here and The Good Old US of A and decided that the land of the free could be a place where my second Des Res might be. The French piss me off, Belgians are boring, Germans are too controlling despite their fabulous sausages, Scandinavians are too fishy and rip you off at the bar, Spain is like Blackpool (equivalent of Pensacola) and been ruined by the Brits, Italy is probably my favourite place but to be honest, the best pizza I ever ate was in Chicago and the rest of it, well, nobody cares about.
I’ve been to quite a few of the States and there’s two or three places so far that I like: Colorado, Texas, and Tennessee. All Unicorn free. But, as luck would have it, someone brought a new place to my attention in California.
I know! I scoffed at that suggestion too.
Now, I’m not a massive fan of CA, to be honest, apologies to any Californians reading this, but it’s not really my bag. I’ve not been to the wine region yet so I could be swayed but So-Cal doesn’t really do it for me apart from the ambient all year round temperature. I find it too fabricated and I’m not one for liver and kale smoothies. But, when this utopian haven was brought to my attention via a Skype message today, it was all I could do not to pee my pants. I’m rather disappointed that my wealth of American friends have not seen fit to tell me about it or take me there, given my adventurous spirit. This place is smashing! No, it literally is.
~ Jules Smith