love and hate

My californication began 11 years ago. I was 15 and going in to high school. I hated it. I was scared of their spiky blonde hair, billabong clothes and flip flops. I'd just stick to my curly mushroom head of hair, my flannel shirt and my hi-tec hiking boots, thank you. Once, I think I even sported a tye-dye, which soon after was thrown into hiding till I found my courage again. This courage was replaced with pride, a pride in the mother land. I was a stubborn little Virginia kid, and would not be infected by the disease of the California trend. I began to love my hate for this dude of a state. As high school went on I some how made friends, and this identity began to slip, a little. This love/hate tension has continued to this day. And on this particular day I don't want to be here any more. I want to move. I want take my wife in our little red civic and explore this great country. Of course we'll have plenty of time for that once were done with school and all that. What could possibly get in our way! Right?