I live in crazy-land.

Now both mentally and physically! I am getting used to being here, I don’t really think about it much anymore. But sometimes, well constantly, I let my mind wander and start laughing at how unreal this place I now call home actually is. For those who aren’t in the know, I now live in Los Angeles, California. Well, lets be more specific--.

I now live in the smaller valley just Northwest of the L.A. Basin called the San Fernando Valley. Some people think that it’s all the same, but I’m starting to side with the opposite.

If L.A. is the girl of your dreams, then The Valley is her dumber, less attractive friend who you date instead cause you know she’ll give it up.

The term “Valley Girl” exists for a very real and annoyingly large population.

The average age is slightly older in The Valley though apparently no one has any idea how old they are. Literally no clue.

But it’s not all sunshine and lollipops and all that. No no. Tom Petty’s not-really-that-happy song "Free Falling" is a song about living where I live (written by a mopey pot head… coincidence?). Also, the disreputable suburban America which serves as the setting in all of those P. T. Anderson films (Boogie Nights, Magnolia, Punch Drunk Love, etc.) is, yes you guessed it, The Valley.

I’m not sure if all this makes me want to leave, but I do think it is very very funny.