By that measure, when my average location crosses inside the boundaries of the Golden State, I will be a mere 362 years old.
But that's still better than my wife, who will be 1,102 years old before she is a Californian (on average). And worse, until then she'll be in the FRICKIN OCEAN. At least by age 984 she'll have entered U.S. territorial waters. At least at the time I'm likely to die, I'll have made it at least to Colorado.
Lonely Girl Walking on California Road,
entry number ? in the "pretentiously named" series