Ok, so we’re not really ‘locals,’ per se, but being here for five months now has us starting to finally get in a groove (although I still use my GPS to get everywhere, even in our neighborhood because there are SO many different routes to get everywhere…because traffic…) and starting to endure the SoCal culture. I figured I’d wait until at least the six month mark before I start sharing the things that I really don’t love so much about this SoCal life. In the meantime, though, we still act like tourists almost every weekend. With so much to do here, I don’t know that that will ever not be the case. But, it’s interesting the way that this place will do crazy things to you. For example, the 72 degrees that I once thought was so warm and cozy early on actually does not feel as warm as one may think. I no longer make fun of those jacket wearing folks when the temperature dips below 70 in the morning or evening. The Pacific air is just different I tell ya. Also, I’ve learned about ‘Gray May’ and ‘June Gloom,’ both times of the year through which the marine layer from the ocean forms cloud cover that doesn’t break until afternoon each day. It feels a bit more like fall than almost summer to me right now. Even though this place doesn’t particularly have seasons. Hm.
The weather is one thing, but the food is another. Although I’m a relatively healthy eater (and I’ve also got that whole gluten thing that most people know about me), I still crave a good burger and fries and comfort food. By comfort food, I mean pizza, pasta, steak, potatoes…All the things that either my parents always made really really well or that St. Louis has some of the best restaurants for. Food is different out here. Think juice, smoothies, salads (I do love salads, thank goodness), but gosh some days I just want something with more substance! At a happy hour for work today, I discovered that I accidentally ate fish eggs (insert wide-eyed emoji here from the girl who doesn’t even eat seafood, no sushi, more or less eggs from a fish), and at a work lunch yesterday, I ate my entire meal at a Japanese restaurant with chopsticks. Not that that doesn’t make sense or anything, but at home (as in, back in St. Louis), it wouldn’t be a problem to simply ask for a fork. Not the case here. I’m embracing the culture, although I’m definitely a wee bit out of my comfort zone most days. Oh, and I was also complimented on how well I ate with my chopsticks. Ha.
Weather, food, weekend getaways. We also just booked a trip to the desert. We will be spending our Memorial Day weekend in Palm Springs. Who would have thought?! I’m sure I’ll have a lot to share following that excursion.
With us having been out here for a few months now, family and friends are finally starting to come visit us too which makes my heart so happy. This past weekend my mom and dad were here, and we took them all up and down the coast of OC and LA to share some of our favorite places.
Although we’re definitely still foreigners to the real locals around SoCal, to those who come to visit, we are able to share some local insight which makes me feel kind of cool 😉 I’m also catching on to the local terminology, like using ‘the’ before every freeway name (the 55, the 405) and talking about the ‘Santa Ana Winds’ like they’re no big thing (more on that to come some day I’m sure). Now excuse me while I go put on a jacket and find myself some darn good, greasy gluten free pizza and pasta con broccoli to satisfy my Midwest, yet ‘SoCal local,’ soul.