I love LA like you love an ex-boyfriend, maybe even like a bad ex-boyfriend. You broke up for a damn good reason, but everytime you see each other again, you just can't remember why. Face it, you know that even entertaining the idea of getting back together is probably not good for you, good for your loved ones... You've changed but really, has he? You know that jumping back into that old relationship will screw up everything you have now... but still... you just can't stop yourself from wondering.
And LA feels like home still. Not that here doesn't. It's just that LA is more like the 'life' you see on TV (is it any wonder) - full of interesting things to do, interesting people, interesting possibilities. In LA you know that life could change at any moment - for better or worse. It is like perpetually holding a lottery ticket that only 100 other people bought into. If you met the right people, got the right job, the planets aligned just so.
Life in a suburb is essentially the antithisis of this. It is predictable, secure, safe(r). And our suburb in particular, because it is a vacation destination and retirement town - read: the company business is waiting to relax and waiting to die, which for some people may be the same thing - so it is not just teaming with possibilities. Face it, nothing spectacular or unexpected is likely to happen here. The population just doesn't want it to. But the payoff is time. Time to relax, time to contemplate, time to create. Less time in the car certainly.
But still... he does look really good in those jeans....
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Hahahaha!
There were a few times this last week that I yearned for LA. Not because of the fun things to do and people to see- although there is that- but because my power was out for 13 hours, and it has been cold as all get out. I am a wee bit allergic to wool.
Wet a little? I hear it's been just soaked there! Ick... I won't tell you then that LA was a cool 80, and at night barely needed a sweater... sythetics were perfectly adequate.
I don't recall when it was last 80 around here! Pardon me, whilst I get my gloves and hat....
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