One month and 14 days ago, I left NYC after eight great years and a lot of deliberation and some very real doubt that it was time for a change. I should mention I’m not the best with change and I completely forgot how weird it is to be new to a city and all of the feelings of being lost, physically, emotionally and mentally.
I’ve finally returned to the motherland, the great Golden State of California, the place of my birth. However, I’ve arrived in the sunnier southern half of the state and am going through what you could call a pretty serious adjustment.
I’m still working through all the feelings, but here are some funny things I’ve encountered since living in LA so far:
-I’ve seen three non-homeless people walk down the street barefoot. This would never happen in NYC.
-The LA hustle is just as a real as the NYC hustle, just less restaurant gigs, “I had a pop-up gallery, but I did real estate on the side and also did holistic healing.”
-A woman next to me at a cafe said she wanted her birthday party to be a scavenger hunt in her neighborhood. This would be the worst birthday party I can imagine attending.
-I was slightly surprised by the state of everyone’s hair in my neighborhood, like it was living up to the stereotype of the devil may care, hippie chic look of my LA dreams but I quickly realized it’s a direct result of the very hard water in LA and I’m now part of this unkempt looking club.
-I’ve aged exactly 4.5 years since arriving because the air is so dry.
I’ll keep you posted on how I’m coping out west, but I will take any and all suggestions of how to beat the desert dryness!