Raised in Michigan by a Boston native. Educated in Manhattan. Now I’m in Hell-A.
Trying to reconcile my neuroses, masochist tendencies, and East Coast wardrobe with this bizarre place called SoCal.
Things may get weird.
Expect unabashed bias.
(Psst: also check me out at ashleystaples.net)
What is the wrong coast?
East Coast/West Coast
Right Coast/Left Coast
Right Coast/Wrong Coast
You get the idea.
Why is it the wrong coast?
I love seasons.
I love riding the subway.
I. Hate. Driving.
I don’t wear yoga clothes as actual clothes.
My idea of a day at the beach is drinking on or in the vicinity of a beach.
I hate juice.
LOL hiking.
Wait, I have to call a taxi?
It’s not pessimism, it’s realism.
I like equestrian boots and wool coats. And sweaters. Lots of sweaters.
I don’t like flip flops.
I wear SPF 50.
I’m on the wrong coast.
The Wrong Coast 