I moved to Long Beach. / by laurel

In the grand tradition of social hierarchy in southern california (and, perhaps, in any metropolitan city), Long Beach is defined by its neighborhoods. Like the pseudo city-lines of such überhip establishments as Los Feliz, Silverlake, Echo Park, et al, Long Beach is comprised of such 'hoods as Belmont Shore, Belmont Heights, Carroll Park, Downtown, Bixby Knoll, Bluff Heights, Naples, etc.

I fancied the idea today of discovering exactly where I fit within these ephemeral boundaries, and after searching a myriad of google maps and websites, I discovered that my specific location--while surrounded by every district or 'hood imaginable--is not contained within the confines of any such neighborhood.

Freed from the constructs of neighborhoodial hierarchy, I resolved to give my new Neighbornation a proper neighborname. Mariquita is the street I live on, and my dad offered his explanation that Jimmy Buffet's "Margaritaville" was simply miss-spelled and what Mr. Buffet was referring to was, in fact, my little enclave of Long Beach society--Mariquitaville.

In honor of that, I have deemed my sovereign Neighbornation the name Buffetville.

So I invite you, lost immigrant, to visit the shores of welcoming Buffetville any time you like. You won't even have to marry me to get your green card.