I just moved to Long Beach in September after residing for 37 years in Huntington Beach...I'm happier here, my daughter Kim is happy here, my 21 year old grandson is happy here and my 11 year old grandson is the happiest of all since he discovered, within walking distance, a little Mexican restaurant on the corner of 4th. St, and Coronado. They're probably pretty happy that we moved here too. Oh, and the cover art on this issue is great. I actually have several pieces by this artist in my happy Long Beach home...I don't have a bike though, so I signed-up for your email list and I'll be watching for your next contest.
SUSANNA HANSEN
· 1 year ago
I am a woman who used to be happy living in Long Beach. I left Long Beach for, you guessed it, a man.
A man who wanted to share his fenced backyard, his own washer/dryer, a straight man who lives in Orange County. We put my child in a prestigous school, and I bought a new Toyota 4-runner, I took a lower paying job and still had money to go to the Brea Mall. Life was supposed to get easier and happier.
What happened? The back yard was right next to the free-way and there is never a moment of silence. The washer and dryer was expected to be used daily and I became taken for granted. As for Orange County, I have lived here for over 3 years and have not meet a single solitary nice person yet. I don't carry the right purse, or drive the right car, or know the right people to get invited to anything that might be considered fun or cool.
So, Long Beach, I will be coming back to you. I will live in a tiny apartment, search for parking by my place, drag my laundry out to the nearest laundrymat and back. I will have my bicycle re-conditioned and make my way back to the bike path on Ocean.
I will never again complain about the mold, the lack of straight men or the lack of parking. I will shop at the goodwill so I can pay the rent.
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A man who wanted to share his fenced backyard, his own washer/dryer, a straight man who lives in Orange County. We put my child in a prestigous school, and I bought a new Toyota 4-runner, I took a lower paying job and still had money to go to the Brea Mall. Life was supposed to get easier and happier.
What happened? The back yard was right next to the free-way and there is never a moment of silence. The washer and dryer was expected to be used daily and I became taken for granted. As for Orange County, I have lived here for over 3 years and have not meet a single solitary nice person yet. I don't carry the right purse, or drive the right car, or know the right people to get invited to anything that might be considered fun or cool.
So, Long Beach, I will be coming back to you. I will live in a tiny apartment, search for parking by my place, drag my laundry out to the nearest laundrymat and back. I will have my bicycle re-conditioned and make my way back to the bike path on Ocean.
I will never again complain about the mold, the lack of straight men or the lack of parking. I will shop at the goodwill so I can pay the rent.
Long Beach I miss you, and we will be back.