Commuters

ah, the ferry, and the old ones who ride it.

so, i'm kind of a suburbanite now, i guess. it's not just that that would be very difficult to admit considering my lifelong hatred of all things determined mediocre or cookie-cutter, but it's that the place where i live just feels like a small town, not a suburb.

that said...

everyone who rides the ferry is over 35 and all the guys wear wedding bands. these ferry-riders are people who have done their time in the city getting the job that will make the money and then they escape straight north, to the most beautiful part of the bay area, and the naturally least accessible. if you weren't born there, i have a feeling doing the time is necessary, or at least should be. opposite of my parents, i would encourage my child to go live in a city, in the hopes that he/she will learn the hard but life-rounding lessons i did, see the art i saw, hear the music i heard...but i'm getting off topic.

i have become a part of a new demographic just in time to see my own disappearing rapidly off the landscape of "new" and being placed on the back burner of "retro", at best. when's the last time you saw "Gen X" anywhere? we're done, and it's ok, because i am done. done doing the hard time and now, living with these people in the "suburbs" with their wedding bands and pricey jobs. it's shocking, like a slap. but in a good way.

although our small town is filled with wiccan stevie nicks types, and actually, ponytailed john phillips types...

guy and i still can't believe it.


ps. it seems that we're not allowed to smoke cigarettes anywhere on the premises of our new house. certainly, an even bigger slap in the face, "wake up! you have definitely left the City! we can now tell you not to smoke outside!" even though i'm technically not allowed to complain while also being served such fortune...i really find that to be a huge bitch. and i rebel. shhh.