Excitement is in the air. Hopefulness. Possibility. Dreams can come true. You feel it all here, throughout Los Angeles, throughout Hollywood. Anyone can be anything, you just have to make it happen. I love it here. I totally didn’t expect to, and am sure it has a ton to do with the fact that two of my best friends from high school, Mike and Jay, live here, but it is so incredibly different from I expected.
Yes, it’s a city, but it’s not a crazy city like New York. Nor is it a walking city like Boston, London or San Fran. But it’s not a boring city like, well, I don’t want to insult anyone, but those cities know who they are. It’s definitely a livable city. And I could see me living here. My biggest fear, though, is that as soon as I moved here, Mike and Jay and their families would move back east, like Dan and Mike, two of our other high school friends, already did. They are all working on building their individual careers enough so it won’t matter what coast they call home. That, ideally, is what I’d love to do, too. Make enough to live comfortably and be able to fly where I want, when I want (if it’s not in driving distance of course – I’ve gotten pretty comfortable in the car, if you haven’t noticed).
I believe much of the reason I feel I could settle here has to do with how I spent the last few days. As you can see from the previous two posts, I did a bit of the tourist stuff (how could I not?), but mainly I hung out with my friends. We went out, ate (including at Joan’s on Third where we had a star sighting: Jeff Goldblum), walked, shopped, got a manicure and pedicure (where else would you find organic nail polish?) and mostly talked. We hashed around some movie ideas (including one based on this blog: stay tuned). I applied for some jobs. I did laundry. And – hold your breath – I baked! I guess being on the road for 50 days brought out a bit of the homemaker in me, so I made my friends my grandmother’s whoopie pies and apple crisp. I have to admit, they both tasted pretty darn good.
Now it’s time to get back on the road. It is so hard to leave, but I know this time it won’t take me 15 years to get back. I promise!