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It's nice if you can afford it, and if you are not offended by the kind of homogenous suburban sprawl that SoCal does like no place else in the country, except maybe south Florida. If you're the kind of person who gets their bearings via landmarks, you could easily get lost and confused, as one peach-and-pink-stucco planned community of McMansions and strip malls looks pretty much like the next, and they all have names like "Rancho De La Vista De Las Montanas Bonitas."
Housing prices are among the highest in the country. Heck, everything is expensive there, and pay rates in general do not reflect that proportionally (they call it the "sunshine tax" or "paradise tax," you're supposedly willing to get paid a bit less for the privilege of living in such a nice place). We finally left because my wife and I were both working so hard to make the bills that we spent our lives watching the beautiful weather through our office windows (or our car windows during the torturous commutes on dead-stopped rush hour freeways). Also, the sameness of the weather was actually wearing on us. We wanted snow at Christmas rather than "late night and early morning overcast and fog, burning off late morning, with highs in the upper seventies" (this is the weather report every single freakin day, all year long).
If you have money, there are few nicer places in the country to spend it. The only thing that's a bargain is the abundant, wonderful Mexican food. Go into any taco shop run by illegals, and feast for a pittance. They are in EVERY strip mall. Learn to speak a little Spanish, and they'll cook you stuff that's not on the menu. I really, really miss that.
Politically, it's pretty middle-of-the-road. Because there is a lot of wealth concentrated there (just like Orange County), you're gonna find BFEE-lovin' freeper nut cases, especially if you're hanging with the rich! But there are lots of immigrants, lots of middle class folks working for the rich and hating it, lots of college students (SDSU, UCSD, USD, etc.), lots of beach-dwelling free spirits... it's a pretty good mix.
It depends a lot on where you live, and it's a HUGE county. People in the East County where I grew up (El Cajon, Lakeside, Alpine) think they're living in Oklahoma or something, buncha redneck, Skoal-chewin', Bud-swillin', NASCAR-lovin' rethugs in big-ass pickups with "Jane Fonda: Commie Traitor Bitch" bumper stickers. Go up to North County beach areas like Leucadia, you can hang with millionaire dotcommers and organic neo-hippies, they seem to all wear baggy shorts and sandals and get along OK (hard to tell them apart until you see what they're driving). Go down to Ocean Beach, and spend the rest of your life reliving 1969. Go to San Ysidro, and try to find any evidence that you are not in Tijuana. Go up to Oceanside, be a Marine. Visit Del Mar and hang with Hollywood celebrities (BRING CASH). Visit La Jolla and hang with Middle Eastern oil billionaires (BRING LOTS AND LOTS OF CASH). Buy a half acre out in Dulzura, park a trailer on it, dig a pit toilet, and live like Cousin Eddie in the "Vacation" movies. There are many options.
Just stay the hell out of National City. Trust me.
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