So I’ve been in Santa Cruz almost 4 months. I’d say things are going pretty well. I’ve got a new job, in a new career I like, moved into my own place right at the break I like to surf at, and it’s gorgeous out literally every single day. The weather here is incredible. It’s foggy in the morning, but by noon it turns into a low humidity, 75 degree paradise.
Do I miss NYC? Yes. A lot? No. I miss my friends, I miss my surf house in Rockaway, and I miss walking around all the time. Driving makes you so lazy, and there’s something amazing about depending on your legs to get you where you need to go. Grocery shopping with a car is pretty dope though.
It’s been a slow process with making friends, but it’s happening. When people find out I came from NYC it’s like I told them I moved from Mars. My personality goes over here like something of a sideshow. I’m a party trick, and I often feel like I’m being presented at Show & Tell. “Hey guys, this is Kris, my bitchy NY friend, make her say something NY-y” I’ve placed myself right smack dab in the middle of “good vibes” land and I don’t think I was prepared! While I am 75% less negative than I have been in the past, I will always be a cynical NYer and often my remarks are received with a look of absolute horror. I kind of like this.
The pizza is terrible. It’s so terrible that I will not even drunkenly eat a FREE slice given to me at 1am. I turn my nose up at that shit like it’s covered in dog poo. The nightlife is really, really lame. Think Staten Island with less hair gel. I’m ok with that because I feel like my bar days are over, but I do miss the Turkey’s Nest. There are a few dives here that I like, but the meth head clientele makes me clutch my bag and that takes away from the whole point of “unwinding at a bar”. There are a couple good music venues I like to check out. Don’t get a lot of the big name talent here, but I’ve always preferred the more intimate shows over the big money tours.
The men. Oh boy. Well, being the “new meat” in town has allowed for quite a bit attention, but here’s the thing…Santa Cruz is a town of 62,000 people. AKA, small fucking town. Everyone knows each other. Chances are someone I know here has fucked whoever is trying to fuck me. Then there’s the flakiness. It’s pretty much a given that plans in Santa Cruz are not meant to be kept. This has always been one of my biggest pet peeves and living in a place where it’s, well, commonplace is driving me insane. Nobody really works here. Apparently I have one of the only decent paying jobs in town. That being said, the men are all broke and lazy. I have been on a few dates where I have actually bought all the drinks. I guess chivalry is bigger out east because it’s non-existent here. Really, I didn’t think I would ever connect NY men and chivalry in the same thought, but here I am… I’ve always been fair in dating. I never really expected a dude to pay, would almost always cover my half, or would even treat when finances would allow for it. But here, forget it. It’s like “dude, if you don’t want to buy me dinner, cool, but at least make SOME kind of effort if you’re even remotely interested in me!” I’ve already dumped 2 people after a very short period of time. The girlfriends I do have here all say they only date men who live “over the hill”, which means in the Bay Area. However the laziness which resides in me will not allow for a commute of shame. I like my dick convenient. I remember when I lived in Manhattan and I wouldn’t even date a dude who lived in Brooklyn. If you were more than a $7 cab ride away, it wasn’t going to work.
So besides the love life and lack of good pizza, I am happy here. The beautiful weather and beaches keeps my spirits pretty high, and it’s been really nice reconnecting with my family. I forgot how nice it is to be within a short drive of your parents. I think I’ll stay. May never get laid again, but I’ll buy a new vibrator and call it a day…