I am in Los Angeles for a few days visiting a friend from college and I just have one question: why the fuck do I not live here?
Seriously, why? December in DC was a dark, dark month… not only because of my mood, but also because there was no sun in the nation’s capital. Then January, which I maintain has be much better than the preceding two months (and it’s not just because of all the birthday cake I ate), was freezing. Like absurdly cold for our little pseudo-southern city. I mean, I was delayed more than two hours yesterday because they had to de-ice the plane.
[Sidebar: De-ice the plane?! Great. I’m not a good flyer as it is. Hearing that we need to de-ice or we will surely die is not a great way to start out a long flight. And the prospect of having to spend the night in St. Louis because of all the delays and cancellations wasn’t thrilling either.]
So the question remains: why the fuck do I not live in the sunny, 80-plus-degrees-in-January, super-delicious-produce, you-can-have-a-citrus-tree-in-your-yard southern California?
This might be a little too much like the old chicken-or-the-egg dilemma to answer, so I’ll stop. But I am loving LA. I woke up to birds chirping, which I usually don’t care for (can go into this at a later date), and the sun shining. When I stepped outside to get the paper, it was super warm in the sun. Then we did a little grocery shopping and found loads of fruits and vegetables that were super cheap and incredibly fresh. (Like SUPER cheap and SUPER fresh.) I made myself a limeade from the limes growing on the tree in my friend’s yard. I mean, why would anyone want to leave this place?
Maybe I will remember why it is that I don’t like LA. But for now, I’m just loving being outside. In the warm sun. Eating fruit. And thinking about which newly released movie we are going to watch later. (Revolutionary Road? The Reader? The Wrestler? Margot at the Wedding?) Cuz they have all of them.