Miamians Don't Go to the Beach

Her Majesty...

...The Golden Gate Bridge.

Now of course, I've seen it before. I have photos of myself at 19 on the span, trying to keep my hair out of my eyes in the wind. It being a tourist trap aside, it's truly beautiful, and happens to be painted my favorite color. So why haven't I even been yet? I guess because I live here.

In four days, I'll be going back to Miami. I imagine I'll go to the beach three or four times while I'm there, mostly to get a base tan for Cancun. Three or four times. I don't think I went to the beach four times in the last year I was there even though I lived two blocks away.

So what does it all mean? I don't know--Something on the vein of 'the grass is always greener' thing, blah, blah. Basically this--now I'm in San Francisco, and I want to go to the beach. Next week I'll be in Miami and I'll want to go to a show. I'm beginning to think my perfect world doesn't exist because I'm not willing to let it exist; is this making any sense yet? I promised no hard decisions until after the wedding--but SF seems to agree with me. Now you may want to sit down for this one:

Miranda might be settling down.


1 comment:

Sam said...

I saw it coming sweetie. Not in the screeching to a halt kind of way, more like how a frisbee lands when left uncatched - rolling in ever tightening circles until it stops slowly, falling over as if exhausted. Wherever you land, I'm sure planes will go, and I'll always board planes for you.