Ima Valleys Gurl—fer sher, fer sher!
I am originally from the San Fernando Valley which is also home to the Sherman Oaks Galleria. I spent a lot of my teenage years lurking at that mall—like any good, card-carrying SFV girl did—but as my world expanded and my career led me to nest in other suburban and rural locales, I realized that the world isn’t bounded by Ventura Boulevard to the south and Rinaldi Boulevard to the north. Opinions and residents aren’t confined to the goings-on between Valley Circle Drive and … hmmmm … I’m stumped!
What would be a good street to define the eastern boundary of the San Fernando Valley?
Yes, that is my very first question which I hope to receive feedback from YOU about. If you are familiar with the area or have an opinion about what the correct answer might be, please feel free to comment.
Where I was really going with this posting is that I do not live in the San Fernando Valley anymore, but I will always be a valley girl. More accurately “a valleys girl.”
I’ve heard the Pacific Ocean’s mighty roar when I lived a stone’s throw from the beach, and have nearly frozen my cheeks off when I lived in the Sierra Nevadas, but I always gravitate back to a valley of some sort.
Whether it be Golden or more recently Antelope, valleys just do it for me. I love seeing the snow-capped hills that surround me and I like the residual cooler temps from the snowpack, but I certainly don’t want to drive in snow again. Even thoughts of making a snowman have no appeal to me anymore.
And as for the ocean, well, let’s just say I have a healthy respect for it. I like to look at it from a distance, but I have no interest in swimming or drowning in it. Let’s not even talk about the downside of salt air and how it corrodes anything and everything sacred to a home or vehicle owner.
Yeppers, the valleys are where I find my heaven.
