the firefly express

San Luis Obispo, land of healing waters. Some may mock me for loving it here so much, but they can shove it, because this town has powerful rejuvenatory qualities. I mean, when I get off the freeway, drive past the Home Depot, Starbucks, and Blockbuster, and finally make a left at the Food 4 Less, I am filled with a sense of warmth, and know that I am home at last.

But seriously. I'm lucky to have a little getaway spot, even if it is my parents' house. I come home to relax, fill up on salty snacks, read magazines, watch at least one episode of Law and Order, eat a frozen yogurt, get into some minor squabbles, accept a few guilt trips, and sleep in the same little bedroom that I grew up in. Who wouldn't want to do that?

Last year, when I made the proclamation that I would be moving back here for a time, many were terrified that I would end up staying forever, watching The View and spending all my time at Kennedy Club Fitness. They needn't have worried. While I am lucky enough to have a fabulous family located in a resort-like setting, I don't think I could ever live here for the long term. What can I say, I'm cosmopolitan, a jet-setter, a woman on the go. Uh, yeah.

Pictured: BFF and fellow SLO native Anna Bond with giant plush pizza pillow (featuring removable slice!) that we bought in Japantown right before I moved to SF. I think that level of relaxation can only be achieved with a pizza pillow. Unless the pizza pillow happens to be located in San Luis Obispo.

Gotta go; they're having a sandwich contest on Martha's new show. BLT vs. peanut butter!