So I went to meet up with my dad who is doing some job training here in SoCal. The site of his job training was
Cerritos, CA--a place I had heard about since I arrived at UCLA, but I had never been to. Past roommates (Phil, Albie, Jimmy) were from there and tons of APhiO people had either gone to Cerritos High or Whitney High. Both Jimmy and Henry Lee used to babble nonsensically about the
super-library the town had built (complete with VIP entrance, giant dinosaurs and a banquet hall to throw parties), the
Cerritos Auto Square being the major source of revenue for the city, and something about there being fountains everywhere you go.
Anyway, I had always intended to visit this mythical place, and now I had an excuse. When I exited on Shoemaker, I was astounded at what I saw. Everything was...different. Street signs were stylistically unique, the way their city blocks were laid out were different, even the street lights were...different. I can't fully explain it.
When I first visited Irvine, it struck me how truly suburban the city was, and reminded me of NorCal (as if someone wedged a piece resembling Cupertino into Southern California). With Cerritos, it didn't have that kind of familiarity. It was just...different. It was
exactly like World 4 in Super Mario Bros. 3, aka "Giant Land." Everything in that level was the same, except everything was BIGGER.
Same...but different. This is how I felt when I got into Cerritos.
(as an aside, Iggy Koopa was always my favourite of the Koopa brood--probably because he was the only one who wore glasses, with the implication in my head being that he was an avid reader and thus, the most relatable to me.)
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