Truman Capote, early in life, claimed one "lost an IQ point for every year spent on the West Coast."
Whether or not this is true, I cannot say for sure. I do know that out West, for every year spent there, I gained hours of creativity, perhaps for having sheer stretches of time uncluttered by other temptations, and a slowly but steadily growing mutual fund of pure and simple happiness.
{whine, whine} Why can't New York be uprooted and moved to the ocean between Hawai'i and California, goddammit? Then I'd live in the Bay Area, but visit my two great loves (NY and HI) all the friggin time. I'd have the alone time I need to produce writing (CA) but also the friends I need to nurture and workshop the writing (NY). And I'd have beaches (HI) and great weather (CA, HI).
And I promise you, if I could still find something to complain about then, I'd slap my own self.
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