Sell Out? Move...Where?

Went last night for dinner with friends Eric and Jen at their especially gracious home on Pine Street. It is really nice when one of you paints and the other takes photos and the house is filled with original art. But Plot thinks they're going to lose these friends to Paris again, one of these days.

That question is coming up again -- where would we live, if we didn't want to live here anymore? At least for the moment Great World Headquarters could be sold to a 28-year-old with cash falling out of his and her pockets, at a price high enough to allow a substantial purchase practically anywhere else that we would want to live. But where would that be?

We had the same conversation with friends Pip and Steve the other night, at the premiere of their daughter Caitlin's short film. We've known Cait since she was 11 and she was destined to be in the movies. So she's in L.A. But her parents ask themselves this same question -- cash out now and move...where? Where would any of us rather live?

Capetown? That would be really nice, probably the best choice of all. But Plot complains about being so far away from his family already. Valparaiso, Chile? Extra vibey, but too small and nobody can speak Chilean Spanish except Chileans. Lisbon? Gorgeous, a lot like Saint Plotniko, with great weather and culture...but the Portuguese are so dour, so melancholy, so caught up in the glory of the past and the empty outlook of today. The Spanish are a lot more fun, but where? Barcelona? Why? Certainly not bullfights.

Honolulu? Nobody who is from there stays there and nobody who moves there escapes Island Fever.  

London? Paris? Watsonville?