I flew from Chicago back to California yesterday. For the next few days I am staying in the charming suburb in which I grew up and my parents still live. This Bay Area town has changed quite a bit since I lived here. While it's always been a middle-class community, it now caters to a higher income level than I will ever likely achieve.
|The charming and pleasant Diablo Valley|
|Luckily, Main Street isn't so bad.|
*I actually have never felt pressure to be thin in LA, but it seems like that might be the case based on the US Weekly magazines that I read from the oversized mail drop in the hallway of my apartment building before my neighbor picks up her mail. However, I am now apart from my beloved manfriend (hence the earlier sobs) and must also be a super hot mama for the man without whose support I could never get through grad school.