content: Account Deleted By User I so love living in Northern California. Up until a few years ago when I moved for my career, I was stuck living in the deep South, in the middle of the Bible belt. Talk about an improvement! Sure, I pay $2100+/month for my two bed, two bath dwelling, and the less fortunate are known to smash in car windows here if you forget to hide your toll change when you park, but come on! Where else in the world do you get to be a part of a rich, diverse culture like this? The other day I was driving to a nearby mall to buy the latest GameBoy and was thrilled to see that I was the only white person in sight! The mall was a beautiful, welcoming smorgasbord of diversity, with all shades and kinds of people bustling about, gleefully buying sneakers and hats. All the signs on the stairs and elevators were even written in Spanish, just to make the mall as welcoming as possible. Of course I don't read Spanish, but I know that all of the less fortunate migrants who have adopted this beautiful state as their new home do, so I'm glad to see that they are being accommodated. On the way home with my new toy, I hit some traffic. Even though the mall is only about 10 miles from my apartment, with traffic the trip can easily take 30 or 40 minutes...I guess that's just a natural price to pay when living in such a happening and modern part of the world. To pass the time I flipped on the radio and put on the news...I smiled ear-to-ear when I heard them report that they're tightening gun ownership laws here again. I know that there have been some pretty scary mass shootings in America lately, and I know that gun control is the only way to make it stop. Before I reached my little box apartment, I stopped into a 7-11 to fill up my modest little four-door Honda. I was super excited to see that gas was down this week to just $3.70 a gallon! Lately my bills have been a little tight... I'm trying to get put on food stamps, but they say that on account of me making $55,000 a year I don't need the assistance. I suppose I would feel guilty getting food stamps when there are probably migrants who need it more than me. They are the future of America, after all. As I pulled out of the 7-11, I spotted something I hadn't noticed before in my neighborhood...a small church of some sort. At first I was worried that it might be like the churches back home, but then I sighed a breath of relief...the sign out front of it was written in Espanol, and they had a gay pride flag flying prominently over it. I smiled and thought to myself how much I loved California, for what had to have been the third time that day. Life was good.