stuff i think about while i drive

Freya is going to Santa Barbara this weekend, and so we’ve been chatting about it. I used to live there so I’ve been thinking about all kinds of stuff I haven’t thought about in a long time. For some reason, I started thinking about my first apartment in Santa Barbara. It was on Bath Street, only one block from the beach. It was a ground level apartment in a huge Victorian style house, which was beautiful on the outside, but an absolute wreck on the inside. The appliances hadn’t been updated since the 70’s and the shower was literally crumbling. It was the worst, and so fucking expensive! The housing market at that time was fucking insane, so we had to take what we could get. The location couldn’t be beat though. In the mornings, I would get up and walk along the beach. The water was always too cold for any real beach activities, but the view was incredible. Santa Barbara is the most beautiful place I have ever lived. It’s why my ex and I went back and got married there after we moved to Missouri.

I’m not sure I ever want to go back there. It seems like it’s best left in the past. Good memories can be spoiled if you try to recreate them.

I pass a huge hospital complex on my way to the office, and this one part of it has been under construction for so many years now that I can’t even remember a time when it wasn’t under construction. I was stopped in front of it today, and I noticed it is very close to completion. It is huge, modern, and beautiful. It struck me as pretty amazing that a group of people got together and built this incredible structure. That’s just really fucking cool, in my opinion.

Thank fuck the giant pothole that wrecked my car a couple of weeks ago has finally been filled. Fucking city streets, I swear.

Is it time to go home yet? I need to weekend.



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