We’ve been here for almost 2 1/2 months. I like it mostly but am still getting used to it. It’s more hard-core city than I am used to. It makes me miss Kailua, I felt a lot safer there than I do here. So many homeless people, it’s sad. We live close to Fremont, DTLV and not far from the strip. People don’t get up early here and it gets dark at like 4:30pm. I have yet to drive, serious maniacs on the road, it’s really quite unbelievable. Like, say I’m in the middle lane and miss a left or right turn I was supposed to make, I would stay in my lane till it was safe to get over and turn around. These motherfuckers will just turn, it doesn’t matter if there’s someone in the lane next to them. They’ll cut you off so they can get to wherever they are going. Dog eat fucking dog. I hate that. People just straight up use their cell phones, they don’t care who can see. Some asshole honked at me when I was in a marked crosswalk with lights flashing. Most cars have a broken tail light. I heard jaywalking was $50 per lane, you’d be surprised because these fuckers cross anywhere, anytime. I’ve yet to see someone gets ticketed for it, but the police have bigger fish to fry, I am sure.
I do like that we are close to everything. Money goes so much further here it’s crazy. We have a 99 cent store down the street that I like, that place is bizarre. Every time I go there something very strange happens. People watching on Fremont is fun, I see so many different types of people. I like the dispensaries. It’s nice to not be sweating 24/7 and everything isn’t damp all the time. The sun is practically always shining and it hasn’t rained since we moved here. Those are all good things to me.
New Year’s Eve should be fun. I read that security is going to be crazy on the strip so we’ll probably leave here early in the afternoon. No bags, no strollers. Snipers on rooftops. We are going to Mandalay Bay, House of Blues and not sure if we are driving 1/2 way and taking the monorail or bussing it. Either way, it’ll be an interesting evening.
This is the second year at our current apartment. Last year we* sort of saw the fireworks in Honolulu through the Ko’olau mountains. This year it was insane, they started early. Loud ass booms that seriously made me scream and jump. My neighbors** were lighting them off in the parking lot next door. They had been selling fireworks out of the back of their white Bronco (which has tags that expired in 2015) so they had a ton of them. Our back window looks over the parking lot and we are on the third floor so I’m always checking out what’s going on out there.
Anyway, they started early and lit off a ton of fireworks. I was sitting on our bed working and the smell of sulfur totally came up into our place. I seriously thought my clothes were going to smell. At midnight we went onto the lanai and watched a bunch go off and by 12:30am, it was quiet. I guess you can get a permit to light them even though they are illegal.
Today was uneventful. We went out to get coffee and all the food places were full of people. I live with my boyfriend in a beach town where tourists visit. Most of the year is busy but winter and summer especially. The town is growing and new stores are opening (and closing) often. I love living here because I feel comfortable being far away from the dog-eat-dog environment on the mainland. In our last place here we didn’t even lock our front door. That’s not saying nothing happens here, theft is huge, especially cars (on an island!?) there are a ton of homless and mentally ill people roaming and living on the streets because there are no facilities for them. They shut them down and meanwhile (I read somewhere yesterday) welfare recipients here average $29 per hour and the state minimum wage just got raised to $9.25 per hour. It was $8.25!!! I have never lived in a place where the state is so sloppily run before but I enjoy the weather and people are beyond friendly.
I am going to prepare for tomorrows work day so I start the new year off right. I’m glad I woke up today. I have a place to live, a positive bank account and food in my fridge. A lot more than some people have.
*When I say we I am referring to my live with boyfriend, Dallas. We’ve been together about 9 years even though I am still married to someone else. We broke up way before I met Dallas and have both been lazy about the divorce.
**I have a bunch because I live in an apartment building. These particular neighbors we call the hillbillies because they have a dad, two adult children, a girlfriend and 4 kids living in a large studio. The mom used to live with them but she left about 6 months ago. My landlord knows but he likes to help people and they are saving to move. They had the money but got robbed. That’s a whole ‘nother story.