closet san diego lover
I think there are a few people from sunny san diego who read this blog. I envy you. I thought really long and hard about moving to san diego to go to UCSD for residency. The program I was looking at was pretty good with good people–residents and faculty. And the university is an amazing research center. But beside all of that, I freakin love san diego. How can you not? It’s like heaven on earth. I ultimately ranked my UCSD program really high and I remember talking to some people about it. But one person said, but san diego is no san francisco in terms of the arts or culture. And I said, “Who gives a shit? I’ll be within driving distance of Coronado island.”
Unfortunately I hide my love from the general public. I like to say, “whatever, who wants to live in a place that has no seasons?” Me, that’s who. I’m just jealous that I’m not living in a place where the temperature is between 65 and 85 all year round. And so is any one else who spews bullshit like that. I mean seriously, like I enjoy shoveling 12 inches of snow off of my drive? Because the variability that comes from herniating a couple of discs while ice cold water penetrates my shoes somehow makes the drudgery of life that much easier to bear? Right. But I’ll keep telling myself that until I can find the right situation to get myself there.
Props to san diego. Those of you who live there better love and appreciate it. And don’t fuck it up before I get there.