Lost and Jealous
It’s okay to hate Los Angeles. Really. I nursed a long love-hate relationship with the city for years. It’s dirty, noisy, people are plastic and flaky, mass transit sucks, it takes forever to get anywhere, and did I mention people are flaky?
But lately I’ve been getting into the feeling that I like it anyway. I feel a certain smug satisfaction in being contrary to the majority opinion, sure. But ticking down the list of things I want in my personal living environment, L.A. fits most of them really well. I’m close to the ocean and decent surf, but near enough to mountains that I can camp or snowboard without much trouble. It’s a giant urban nexus, with a continual influx of new people. There’s more to do than time to do it all. The winters are mild, the summers not too long or blistering. Nearly every band I’m interested in will come through if they tour at all. And if I’m to go anywhere with my voice acting, there really isn’t anyplace better.
Screw my elitist sense of superiority, I like it here.
