ok so its official...
i hate me some daly city.
i tried to give it a chance, v was like hey its the new mission, this is where folks moved to when the mish got gentrified..and its cool if you have a car so my first week here while v was driving me around a lot i had no real idea how sucky this place is if you dont have a car..
so its like a million miles from civilization or a 20-30minute bart ride from downtown which seems small but it really means an extra half hour added on to any trip to anywhere which usually doubles a trip from a half to a full hour, its also about a 15-20 hike from vs place to bart and involves a lot of rather ugly inhospitable large streets that have to be crossed several times, by which i mean that there are many large four way intersections that one must cross one way in order to cross another in order to cross yet again to obtain the side one wishes to be on because they dont put sidewalks and crosswalks on each side but rather on certain sides and not others causing me to have to cross each street at least twice...
and its always cold and foggy and windy theres a shit ton of wind and for some dumb reason im often wearing a skirt as i hike across 17lane intersections holding my skirt down and the like 4 old samoan dudes who populate the hood are always staring at me as they drive slowly by...
everyone is old here, or very young...there are tons of car dealerships and tons of cars and repair shops presumably bc it makes it easier to live in this enormous outstretch of neverending fugly hood which is what you would get if the truly outer mish married the truly outer sunset, and had a baby even uglier than the two combined...
uglier and farther away and harder to reach via public transit and lacking in basic amenities like frickin corner stores...but abounding in filipino fast food and used car lots..with cement ugly ugly houses and streets stretching off into forever mocking you with thier very ugliness and greyness..this place would depress the hell out of me if i ever kicked it here..
i had to walk for half an hour the other day and cross four enormous and im talking sf does not sport streets of this enormity enormous intersections in order to find a damn cigarette...
so its official. sorrry city of daly but i truly frickin hate you...
i tried to give it a chance, v was like hey its the new mission, this is where folks moved to when the mish got gentrified..and its cool if you have a car so my first week here while v was driving me around a lot i had no real idea how sucky this place is if you dont have a car..
so its like a million miles from civilization or a 20-30minute bart ride from downtown which seems small but it really means an extra half hour added on to any trip to anywhere which usually doubles a trip from a half to a full hour, its also about a 15-20 hike from vs place to bart and involves a lot of rather ugly inhospitable large streets that have to be crossed several times, by which i mean that there are many large four way intersections that one must cross one way in order to cross another in order to cross yet again to obtain the side one wishes to be on because they dont put sidewalks and crosswalks on each side but rather on certain sides and not others causing me to have to cross each street at least twice...
and its always cold and foggy and windy theres a shit ton of wind and for some dumb reason im often wearing a skirt as i hike across 17lane intersections holding my skirt down and the like 4 old samoan dudes who populate the hood are always staring at me as they drive slowly by...
everyone is old here, or very young...there are tons of car dealerships and tons of cars and repair shops presumably bc it makes it easier to live in this enormous outstretch of neverending fugly hood which is what you would get if the truly outer mish married the truly outer sunset, and had a baby even uglier than the two combined...
uglier and farther away and harder to reach via public transit and lacking in basic amenities like frickin corner stores...but abounding in filipino fast food and used car lots..with cement ugly ugly houses and streets stretching off into forever mocking you with thier very ugliness and greyness..this place would depress the hell out of me if i ever kicked it here..
i had to walk for half an hour the other day and cross four enormous and im talking sf does not sport streets of this enormity enormous intersections in order to find a damn cigarette...
so its official. sorrry city of daly but i truly frickin hate you...
posted by Rachel R. @ 11:30 AM
3 Comments:
At 8:04 AM,
k said…
we call this city sprawl...or rather suburban sprawl, depending on how far out you really go...I grew up in a little town along a river with lots of forest and farm fields. then I moved north to go to school in a town about 45minutes from the city, but still surrounded by river and trees and fields. I bought a house (ghastly, true) in a little town along a river about 30min from the city and everything is independently owned and operated and mostly within walking/biking distance and when you do have to drive it's all within 20 minutes. If you don't actually live in the city, it's absolutely the next best thing. Except, people keep moving out here west of the city and they keep bull-dozing marsh and wetlands and farm fields to build yet another Walmart and hundreds of those ugly pre-fab you get 3 choices of layout in this neighborhood sub-divisions. And in every new subdivision they build an elementary school in the middle of it. You used to be able to see trees and fields for miles...now its all ugly rooftops.
makes me want to just give in and go live in the city. or move to montana....
p.s. get some leggings for under your skirts to foil the peeping samoans...
At 6:16 PM,
Rachel R. said…
oh i already hit on the leggings tip. i can see we are on the same page and i gotta tell ya maybe its cause i was a teenager when i lived there but montana was beautiful but booooooooring...
At 3:38 PM,
Jennifer said…
ohhhhh man do i KNOW. and forget about trying to get some coffee that isn't st*rbucks or in the same shop as sticky fish balls.
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