We are on the mainland while Mike recovers from knee surgery, staying in a 3- bedroom, one-bath home that is 60 years old, near San Francisco. This house is worth a million dollars, and many people would just tear it down. Here are some observations, many of them from my daily walk:
The sugarbowl stands open–no bugs! Potato chips and crackers aren’t limp from humidity.
The world here is grayed out instead of technicolor.
Time to go play, no constantly cleaning red dirt.
The weekend really does feel like a weekend. Maui is a 24/7 society.
Road trip! Vast and limitless, plus you can take along anything you want to in the car.
People say hello and hold the door open for you.
Choices! Should we go to Target, Marshalls, Nordstom Rack or Kohl’s to find that item?
The ocean isn’t turquoise here.
Full shelves, well-stocked.
Not watching out of the corner of the eye for cockroaches, centipedes and cane spiders in the house.
Trader Joe’s….wallet-friendly heaven.
Manners matter more here.
Not waking to a raucous but beautiful chorus of birds. Where are they?
Confusing highways and traffic that moves at 75 mph.
Better radio reception with great stations (hello, KFOG).
Toys: surround sound in living rooms comes from having a Best Buy to buy these things.
Huge crows caw from streetlights, like an Alfred Hitchcock movie.
Teslas! And they’re gorgeous.
Pride of ownership. Landscaped yards, fresh paint jobs, brick
(in Maui, people are at the beach…not painting the trim).
And of course….Insane home prices, even worse than Maui.
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