The Dream Begins (Again) in California

 Yes. I believe that a  path that has been laid out for me in California - after a series of mishaps in my prior life - I have decided to press the reset button and start my  over again out, heading west -  quixotically, somewhat unrealistically - yes - this time as a mild-mannered food connoisseur - or dare i say "influencer" (?) - after many decades as a nameless administrator living in obscurity somewhere back east, counseling indifferent youth, weathering forgetful snowstorms -  but now, suddenly with money saved up from a modest pension and from one large legal settlement (resulting from a hugely disastrous event - an attack as I have come to understand - which left me concussed and partially amnesic) - but with money enough to live on for the time being -  having found a room over someone's garage - by complete happenstance on a overpriced street. This, my project - however modest -  farfetched - or dubious it may sound - to go from beach town to beach town from El Cajon to Seal Beach - sampling (and rating) burritos and breakfast items (primarily pancakes)... As i begin this fateful new chapter - i cannot help but think of other windswept hombres on a similar trek - rubbing elbows, rushing by one another, here on the coast -  each pursuing their private atomistic individual dreams that may collectively add up to something "culturally uplifting" or "lucrative" or both - wearing a game face that hides the inner stress of the sun-baked rodent race (no one would ever call it that!) because in California there nothing ultimately tragic is allowed. Everyone knows that going in - which explains in part the casual attire.