I have not fallen off the end of the world

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Although it may seem like it.

There is no Walmart, no Target, no discount food place, no gas station away from the freeway (Except for one that I am not sure if it is possible to only get gas there. It seems like once you commit yourself, you are in for a car wash.), and I can't find any malls.

I really have wondered if I was nearing the end of the known world during my time here. I went in search of a gas station on what I thought was a major road and as I started climbing up a hill I suddenly realized that there was no place to turn around and then I was going through several tunnels and then I was in a world where I couldn't see what lay on the other side of the road. I went from a sunny day to fog swirling in cold flurries. Eventually I found myself in the make-believe land of Malibu where I managed to turn around and come back.

But no, I have not spent all of my time in fruitless search. Yesterday I happened upon a most happy secret that has now made me the envy of everyone I have mentioned it to.

I found a path! This path makes it possible for me to walk to work in only four more minutes than it takes for me to drive.

So yes, I may have failed in finding inexpensive food, gas, clothing, and toiletries, but I have found the rarest thing in all of LA county... a short, walkable commute.

Perhaps there is still room in the Slowlane for one such as I.

Comments

caedmonstia said…
I am glad you ended up in Malibu and not where I ended up once when that happened to me. I ended up in a scary deserted rest-stop where the bathroom had no doors and some creepy men were lurking...
7:04 AM
Damian said…
We'd love to have you over for dinner when you get settled! Call us.
1:05 PM
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