I’m only here in Los Angeles for one day, and by the time you read this, I’ll already have been in Las Vegas for several hours. The last time I saw Los Angeles was in my rear view mirror as we drove away from our home for three years on our way to Orlando to buy a house and start a family.
Six years later, things turned out a bit differently than planned, but one thing that didn’t change was my yearning to come back to Los Angeles. I love this city. I love driving through it, even when there’s traffic. I love how it sprawls languidly across a variety of landscapes. I love the entertainment industry and I gleefully embrace every encounter with the magical world of movies and television.
I was concerned that I was viewing LA with rose-tinted glasses and that one day amongst the dirty streets blanketed under the smog would make me run for the placid world of Orlando. It didn’t happen, though – even as my plane approached the Burbank airport, I felt a smile creep onto my face. As the cab driver drove me to the Biltmore in downtown Los Angeles, I felt peaceful. Walking a mile at midnight through downtown from a bar back to my room was soothing as I stepped over the downtrodden denizens of the sidewalk.
I really love this city. I knew that I missed it, and now I know that those feelings weren’t hazy nostalgic memories obscuring the truth. When I have the means (and by “means”, I mean sufficient fiscal security to live here in relative comfort in a nice-sized house), I think I will find my way back to the city of angels.