I love L.A. - and I know, that as a 3-year old New Yorker, I should not be allowed to utter such an exclamation. With it's easy going, no cloud-in-the-sky beach vibe and Hollywood Glamour core, I can't help but wonder...is my interest in L.A. just a passing affair? Is it the air or the way the warm sand sinks in between the crevices of my toes that makes me daydream about my very own Santa Monica beach-side apartment? Maybe it's the fact that L.A. means never having to say 'I'm freezing!' or 'Why is the snow black?'
But aren't these all just superficial reasons for my adoration of this West Coast city? L.A. is beautiful on the surface, yes - but where is the heart of the city? Where are the street fairs, those NY-only events which causes an entire avenue to be blocked off for a vendor-happy day filled with cheap sunglass knock-offs, gyros, and plantains? Where's the hole-in-the-wall falafel joint or the bright lights and gorgeous skyline that still, 3 years later, makes me grin like the tourist I still am at heart? Where are the screaming crazies on the subways? Hell, where are the subways? Where are the pedestrians? If you walk in L.A., it is you who is considered a 'crazy'.
And yet, I have a lust for the city - an indescribable desire to simply pack up my $1800/month studio apt and move cross-country to live a life of water sports, celebrity sightings, and 12 months/year of golden tanned skin.
To live in a place where I know absolutely no one - a frightening feat, and yet a turn-on all the same.
L.A. is like that random sexy guy you meet who you want things to work out with, except your convos scream 'awkward pauses'... it's exciting and thrilling and you want to jump into it b/c it makes you hot - but you're still left wondering - - where's the substance? where's the soul?
Still though, there's something to be said for exciting, hot, and thrilling - even though it may not last forever...
I'd love to plunge head (and heart) first into the L.A. culture - to get the taste of living there, to embrace the vibe, and honestly...to run away from my present...if only just for a little while.
New York will always be my First True Love - but let's be serious, how many people actually end up with their First True Love's?
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