California seems to be the easiest place I’ve ever lived. The roads are nicely constructed, the people are always in a good mood, the weather is comfortable year round, the economy is strong, the beaches are gorgeous…
But in a way, Californians beg for disaster. A recent Santa Barbara wildfire destroyed dozens of houses, and UCSB students had to endure poor air quality while walking to class. Last summer, there were intense wildfires by my house in Santa Cruz, California. Everyone was advised against making beach excursions and going outside, and the annual Skypark Fourth of July celebration was canceled. A close family friend still suffers nightmares and post traumatic stress disorder after the 2007 San Diego fires.
Then there’s the massive earthquake problem, especially for geniuses like me who live on the San Andreas Fault.
With wildfires and consistent yet unpredictable earthquakes, California isn’t the safest place to live, as beautiful as it may be.
If you don’t want to worry about your house crumbling or burning, possibly taking you down as well, don’t live in California. There’s nothing more terrifying to me than watching my dining room floor roll up and down like an ocean wave while I have absolutely no idea when the earthquake will end.