I am sitting in my apartment, in the “office”. Wires and boxes are around me, lots of things I need to get to. The rest of the apartment looks great, but I just can’t seem to finish this room. Every time I start I get annoyed with it and stop. I am in my seventh week here in LA. Emotionally it has been a bit of a roller coaster. I have met some great people, done some cool things, but I still feel a bit out of place. I figured I would feel this way for a while.
The weather is beautiful. Today was sunny and 78°. Tomorrow will be 94°! Most people I have spoken to say that from now until October it will be beautiful, with a few weeks here and there that aren’t so great - June Gloom and some hot weeks in July and August. But, how can you go wrong? No offense New York, but just thinking about the 100 degree humid weather in July, bouncing off the streets smacking me in my face and filling my nose with pungent odors makes LA seem that much better.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I miss New York. I am sure I am going to really miss it when I go back in a little less than 2 weeks. It will be my first time back since I moved here on March 30th. I will head into my old New York office, see my New York friends, spend some time with my family and go to a wedding. It will be a very busy week, but I am glad I am going. I know everything will go well, it is just the flight back I dread.
I have not really spoken to many people back home. I don’t think this is a conscious choice. I still have yet to adjust to the time difference with New York. I also think my friends have yet to adjust to it as well. It almost feels like we are living on different planes of existence. I have made some nice friends here, as well as having the good friends I know from before. I feel good that I have not let myself, as my grandfather used to say, “Stew” in my change.
The change of pace here is fantastic though. I have a very short commute (I know, not normal for LA). People are for the most part, nicer, though, I do miss an abrasive bump here and there. The weather is almost surreal. On Monday, the news said it would be gray and cool… It was 70° and the sun was out by 10am. I am ten minutes or so to the beach. I think the beach is the one place you can go when you feel alone, that makes you realize you aren’t. You look at that vast ocean and realize it leads to a continent with billions of people. Maybe on a shore some where in China there is some guy looking over to California, thinking the same things I am.
I have not had television in my apartment since I moved here. I finally ordered it now that I have my living room all set up. The cable guy comes next Friday. Took me long enough, but I do have to say it is nice to not be beholden to the tube. Part of my reasoning for not getting television right away was if I don’t know a lot of people I might find myself plopped in front of the TV because I have nothing else to do. I got the HD DVR, so LOST in HD - here I come.
My God Sister, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with MS this week. She has had a challenging life as she was born with CP. However, I could never be more proud than I am of her. She has developed into a wonderful, friendly, intelligent and motivated woman. I know this will be a tough time for her, and I wish I could be there in Philadelphia to see her. I hope the treatments they are starting this week will help reverse her symptoms, and that it can be managed and maintained in a way that won’t effect her life more then it already has.
If you come visit me here in LA there is this great place on the beach in Venice where I would love to take you. It is a “beer garden” of sorts and a great jolly place. I think I will be there this Saturday, but not too sure. Make sure you take a cab, you’ll be in no place to drive if you spend the afternoon there.
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