home is where the heart is i live. we are moving. out of our house of ten plus years. we are moving out of it for a number of reasons, most of which i don't fully comprehend or agree with. but then again i'm stupid and narrow minded. but suffice to say, we are moving out of our big pink house. yes, it's pink. when we first moved to san diego we moved around alot. not an extreme alot but every four years, pretty much on schedule and on the fourth year. but once we got to this house in del mar, we stuck around. this is the one house that actually has any sort of memories and emotions tied into it. countless numbers of sleepovers, huge family parties, the place where i sprouted from the wee lad i was to the strapping man i am. i see you laughing in the back. stop it.



i'll actually miss the community alot because i feel like the community is an extension of our house. the wide streets used for baseball, football and skateboarding. the trees i learned to finally climb at the tender age of thirteen. the sand dunes and hills located behind the community where we could go for an adventure. the hot air balloons that sailed over our house everyday, sometimes flying so low that we could very clearly see the passenger's faces. i always wanted one to crash. never happened. but we have a few weeks left to keep hope alive, if maybe not the ballooners. i'll think back about the little gang of neighborhood kids we used to form clubs, bike gangs and entreprenuers with. i lived most of my pre-automobile life on these streets, these mean gated streets of upper middle class suburbia.



and oh how i'll miss the pool. i grew up in that pool. we never once used the tiny jacuzzi in our backyard, always opting to run across the street to use the community pool and its accompanying big jacuzzi. now they've put motion sensors in the pool area to prevent kids from sneaking in after ten pm. bastards. adults are the biggest buzzkill ever created by god, surpassing even satan and sin. "don't yell, don't throw things, don't splash, don't run, don't get wet, get outta my sun." we used to make slip n slides with the pool covers, causing us to skin our bodies from all the sliding back and forth between the scalding jacuzzi and the freezing pool. now they don't even heat the pool in the winter because they assume nobody wants to swim then. or they are too cheap and want to prevent winter swimming. it's fucking san diego, we have no winters, warm the damn pool.



i even used to babysit kids around here once in awhile. does that scare you or what?



you can see stars from my house at night. maybe not a ton of stars, but we're located on a big hill so we get more stars than your average san diego suburban spot. and we have tons of palm trees around the community, which is nice. nothing is more californian than palm trees. we also had an assortment of wildlife running around the place. bunnies, snails, snakes, frogs (sometimes left flattened by tires and dried out by the pounding sun), ants, an occassional coyote, random domesticated dogs given free reign of the streets. there was this one dog, jazz, a graying golden retreiver that would just wander the streets all day long. i think jazz died many years ago. but then again, all dogs die (and go to heaven). so no surprises there. in the cosmic scheme of things, it's probably better to die a free roaming dog than a flat squished frog. i wonder what the frog did in its previous life to deserve such a violent death. admonish children i'm sure.



perhaps i'm being melodramatic, because we're only planning on renting the house out for a few years. but still, anything could happen in a few years. anything will happen in a few years. i hope it gets rented out to bubble boy and his family, so that our house stays squeaky and contaminant clean. actually i'm hoping that a celebrity rents it out, so they can say "i live at jon yang's house." then they would assuredly get more famous and can then afford to buy their own freaking house and get outta mine. anyway, moving sucks. but i'm sure i'll tell you how much in the days to come. i can hear your excitment and anticipation already.