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I’m so glad that I don’t live in San Diego anymore.

When I first moved to San Diego for a new job at a tiny start-up, I almost didn’t finish the trip. As I was passing through Tucson on my way there, I wanted to stop. I wanted to call them and say I’m not coming. Of course, I couldn’t do that. San Diego is pretty. It’s pretty like an overripe fruit but it never suited me and I knew that was true before I got there.

A few months after I arrived and found a home, I was walking towards my desk and I saw smoke out the window. I asked what was happening and they told me there was a fire in Penasquitos Canyon. My home was on Penasquitos Canyon and I had two cats at that time. I rushed home past the firefighters to make sure everything was OK. Luckily, it was a very small fire about 1-2 miles from my house that was quickly extinguished. After that I didn’t sleep during fire season. I’d doze and wake up. I’d train my binoculars at Poway and watch the flames. I hated it.

I didn’t care about the house and my stuff. As far as I was concerned, it could all burn but my pets are different. It was also the constant threat. When people say San Diego doesn’t have seasons, they’re wrong. It has June Gloom, Fire Season and Mudslide Season in the burn areas. These are the three seasons of San Diego.

I’ve never experienced anything like what is happening in San Diego this week. I left and I’m glad I did. There are way too many people living there and more are moving there all the time. The last firestorm in San Diego was four years ago. This one is worse. The next one will be even worse than this. It’s inevitable.

October 23, 2007   No Comments