Comic-con was in town when we arrived in San Diego. Let me say that one more time. Comic-con was in town when we arrived in San Diego. If you’ve never attended this event, I don’t think that you could ever understand the significance of this statement. For an accurate representation of what Comic-con means to the hordes of fans who descend on the San Diego Convention Center every summer, think of Chaucer’s religious pilgrims.
We’d been through so much already. After leaving Georgia in early July, we traveled West; mostly on I-40, which follows in the footsteps of the legendary Route 66. After slogging through forgettable states such as Alabama, Tennessee, and Oklahoma, we eventually made it to “The West.” Of course, since the west seems to be made up primarily of dirt, this was no great accomplishment.
There were good times though. Like spending a night in Santa Fe, New Mexico and walking through the plaza of the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi. Another highlight came in Sedona, when we climbed to the top of a red rock formation and viewed the indescribable beauty of an Arizona sunset. For more info on our trip across the U.S., check out my travelouge on facebook. Just copy and paste the URL below into your browser.
We made it to San Diego on a Tuesday and checked into a Motel 6 for the reasonable rate of $59 per night. Little did I know that the $59 room would become a $169 room by Saturday. Fortunately I was able to save the room for the week, and we lived among the fans through the end of the event. We also lived at the motel for another week, what with the rental market being somewhat more exclusive than we had expected.
Finding an apartment in the San Diego area is slightly more difficult than winning the lottery. People who own a dwelling ask a lot of potential renters. The information required of renters includes, but is not limited to, birthday, drivers license number, social security number, phone number, income, hair color, favorite song, height, weight, employment history, favorite color, rental history, favorite television show, and facebook status.
We eventually checked into an extended stay motel on Morena Boulevard. Normally, extended stay motels provide all of the amenities of a hotel room. Our motel fell short on such necessities as laundry facilities, air conditioning, soap, shampoo, trash bags, cleaning, water pressure, and a decent mattress. After two weeks at the “Seaside Inn” (which was nowhere near the sea), we were ready to jump at any apartment that would have us.
We ended up in El Cajon (official nickname: schizophrenic capital of the world!). We are currently serving a six month sentence in East County, which to the people of San Diego is akin to living in purgatory. For the most part, we’ve done well, despite the steady stream of obnoxiously loud music from the apartment below us.
Have I mentioned how loud our downstairs neighbors are? I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I stated that there have been times when we strongly suspected that an earthquake had occurred in our area. In an effort to quiet them down, I would play the Exodus album “Bonded by Blood.” It seemed to help. I mean how loud can someone be without realizing that the noise will affect someone who lives in an adjoining apartment?
Anyway, we’ve been in California for about four months. We’ve experienced good, bad, and unbearable. We are currently searching for a better apartment in San Diego, and we have enough leads that our outlook is best described as hopeful. Despite the tribulations, we are definitely enjoying living in California. Nothing like a change of scenery to reinvigorate the soul. Thanks for reading. I hope to talk with you again soon.