(my photo)
Though, I wasn't born in Hesperia, I lived here a great chunk of my life (almost 7 years now), and I really appreciate all that it offered me. I didn't think I'd like it much, but it turns out, it isn't all that bad. I mean, besides the fact that there literally isn't anything you can do (entertainment wise) up here - it's a very humble environment. That picture above is a perfect reflection of just how lovely the skies can get over here. I will miss the clean, clear air, once I move out to LA. I was always meant to live in the city, I've known that my whole life... and now that it is moments from happening - I am thankful that it took some time. Living in the high desert has been such a bittersweet journey; ups and downs at every corner. But my goodness, have I learned and evolved. It'll be nice to get away from LA's craziness and dirty air, every-now-and-then to return to this. I love this place! The bumpy, dirt roads, the bi-polar weather, the lack of excitement, the sound of crickets, the sight of the stars, the Joshua Trees, and the simplicity of its spirit. Yeah, I've definitely taken it all for granted these past years...but I am making up for it these next two months I have left. I grew up in Fontana, (30 minutes from here) until I was 10, and even then, living more years there... Hesperia always felt more like home. I think, no, I know... that the people I've met here are 99.8% at cause for that. I am just eternally grateful and humbled. I am very, very happy that I live in such a dainty, home-y, WIND-FUSED city.
Thanks, HD. I'll keep you in my heart forever.
