Home Again
I have decided to leave California and come back home to Florida. I have several reasons for this decision, including gainful employment not to mention family and a car that I've been paying for but not driving. Unfortunately all this comes at the cost of leaving Katie by herself 3,000 miles away and I'm not sure it is an even trade. I feel as though there is a part of me that is no longer whole because I know I won't get to see her at the end of the day.
I must say that LA started to grow on me after living there for three months. I started the enjoy the laid back lifestyle that has been cultivated over the years by the beach bums and movie starts that have moves west, both looking for their big break. The people in LA are not the flakes and fakes that they are made out to be. In general, they seem to be really nice people, certainly not as surly and rude as the common New Yorker. Los Angeles has the big city feel without the coldness and indiscriminate yelling that New York is famous for. I will miss the daily sightings of Bentleys and Maseratis and Ferraris and resign myself to being happy about seeing a brand new Corvette or the occasional Viper. I will certainly miss the potential excitement that each day in such a famous city provides; where you constantly look at everyone in the hopes that they will turn out to be someone famous.
Part of me is glad to be home. I'm happy to see my family again, and I'll be happy to go back to work and have a steady flow of income. I'm happy that things once again cost a reasonable amount of money and are only burdened with a normal amount of tax. I am definitely happy that businesses here have been keen enough to include vast expanses of land parceled off in designated areas so you can park your car for free. But I miss Katie more than my humble words here can convey, and being home is that much less exciting because she isn't. I can't say goodbye to Los Angeles, because no one in LA says good bye. Instead I'll just say 'have your people call my people. We'll do lunch.'

1 Comments:
ugh. gag me with a spoon. I mean, wow, you guys really seem, ummm, committed to each other. And I mean that in the loving relationship way, not the padded room hosital way.
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