And every time I've visited LA in the past decade or so, I've gotten a strong "Yeah, maybe not my first choice but I could definitely live here and be content" vibe
t hugs JZ tight
It seems to be really fashionable to hate LA or to say it’s a terrible place to live, so it’s really nice to hear someone not from here say it could be home, even if it isn’t your first choice.
LA feels so much like home to me, I think if I had to move away for whatever reason, I just wouldn't feel right any more. I suppose we all get used to whatever eventually, but this is my city. I belong here.
On the other hand, if this friends-moving-away trend were to continue, eventually I would start to feel pretty bereft, and my "home" would start to feel pretty empty.
Exactly this. Southern California has become home for me in a way New England never was. Don’t get me wrong, New England will also always be home—30 years in SE CT lays pretty deep tracks—but I feel so much happier here. The weather has a lot to do with that, but it’s something more, too. It’s quirky and bizarre and stupid sometimes, but it’s home.
Congrats to Joe, Stephanie. That's great!
askye, my sympathies to you and yours. Especially his mother.
Laga, I hope the roommate mess is resolved soon.
Oh Erin, I'm so sorry. That really sucks that the surgery didn't help to alleviate any of the issues you were having prior to surgery.
Hey Suz, lots of Good News ~ma to you. You still need it, yes?
Home... hmm. I moved back and forth from CA to CO three different times before CO really stuck with me. Basically I chose having four seasons over having one. Sure, two of the seasons here only last about a week each, but they do exist.
It seems to be really fashionable to hate LA or to say it’s a terrible place to live, so it’s really nice to hear someone not from here say it could be home, even if it isn’t your first choice.
Well, now that I've seen bungalow heaven, my opinion may have changed.
Hey Suz, lots of Good News ~ma to you. You still need it, yes?
In a general sense yes, but we are back to no news to report mode. So nothing good to report, but nothing really bad either.
We doing lunch Wednesday?
Hee! Yeah, we love our neighborhood.
We doing lunch Wednesday?
Did I owe you email? I swear, percocet causes memory loss. I'll go check email, but yes, we're on for lunch. YAY.
Kristin, the box of tea came. Thanks!
Ha! I'm too quick for amych and now she looks mildly crazy.
I was trying to phonetically spell out my self diagnosis of halfzeimers and changed my mind while hitting Post.
bungalow heaven
Pasadena is an oasis of cool. I recall when I was headed up there for the first time a few years back, sister Meg telling me how much it reminds her of our little suburban railway stop of a home town. If it weren't for the parking Pasadena would be perfect.
