In light of moving to England tomorrow, I have a confession to make: I am and always will be a Californian, but I am the worst Californian you will ever meet.
For instance, I don’t fancy the sun—after all, have you seen my skin? I don’t tan; I tomato. Additionally, I am not keen on beach days—a sacrilegious statement in most Californians’ eyes! I enjoy walking on the beach, but spending all day there lying out in the sun and returning home with sand in unmentionable places? No, thank you. Furthermore, I do not own a single pair of blue jeans—the quintessential wardrobe staple of any self-respecting laid back Californian. Lastly, I have vanquished the words “like,” “totally,” “rad,” “awesome,” and “cool” from my vocabulary. Based on this evidence, I must be the worst Californian alive.
It’s a good thing I’m moving to London, a glorious place replete with rainy days and words like “splendid” and “brilliant” galore. It also doesn’t hurt that in England, for the first time I am not the palest person in the room 😉 Brits are clearly my people.
As a way of wrapping up my California “One Mores” list and looking forward to the adventures that await in England, this terrible Californian and soon-to-be Londoner thought she would share a few of her favorite lesser-known places in her hometown, Los Angeles, and a few of the places she intends to visit in London.
- La Brea Tar Pits
2. The Getty Villa
3. Du-par’s Restaurant and Bakery
- Portobello Road Market
2. Churchill War Rooms
3. The George Inn
When I ask people about sites in their hometowns, they often report that they have not been to any because they are “too touristy.” How tragically prideful it is to not visit intriguing places solely because one does not want to appear like a tourist.
I am a strong proponent of “being a tourist” in one’s own hometown, except I call the act by a different name. I call it living one’s life. Jackie Robinson once said, “Life is not a spectator sport. If you’re going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion, you’re wasting your life.”
I constantly remind myself that someday isn’t a day of the week. If you do not do the things you always yearned to do and see the places you’ve wistfully imagined now, you may never.
I may be the worst Californian you will ever meet, but at least upon leaving California, I can say with assurance that I endeavored to do all California has to offer.
Wherever you live, I hope you do the same.
And now I am off to London for the myriad adventures that await. You are welcome to join me anytime 🙂