Very rarely do we find places we would actually consider moving to. And we never thought one of such places would be located in California. Having survived the first part of my (Carrie’s) childhood living in Los Angeles, my parents made the best decision they could have and moved our family to Grand Junction, Colorado.
So imagine my surprise when we pulled into San Diego and pretty much immediately fell in love with the place. Why? Let us list the ways:
San Diego’s climate is perfect.
After spending a night in Las Vegas (where it was in the 100s at night), oh, and driving through the Mojave Desert in 111 degree weather with the heat on full blast because our car was overheating, we were more than overjoyed when our sweat sopping little selves pulled into San Diego where it was a refreshing 75 degrees.
Think 70-80 degrees.
Think flip-flop weather year-round.
The locals tell us that a 50 degree morning is chilly. We tell them where we’re from, and they all agree they couldn’t do it. Because they pretty much live in paradise.
San Diego is friendly.
The people are wonderful without a hint of the soulless snobbishness of LA. They’re just down to earth, beachy kind of folk. The kind of people you see walking down the street without shoes and a board on their back.
San Diego is clean.
Even in the heart of downtown, San Diego is still clean. This town cares about how it looks without trying too hard. The beaches are clean and well-groomed. You don’t see a lot of trash or graffiti.
Safety is a huge issue for me. Not once did I feel unsafe walking around downtown or in Old Town.
San Diego is beautiful.
You can’t beat the scenery. I think I would always be in a perma-good mood if I had this to look at all the time:
Downtown San Diego is artsy and charming. The Reading Gaslamp Theater (where we got to see a pre-release screening of The Help!) is lovely and worth seeing. Also, the New Children’s Museum is a work of art in and of itself, enjoyable and inspiring for both kids and adults.