Living in two cities in the west coast is like living in two mystical time zones. Los Angeles and San Francisco are so completely different from one another they should essentially be in different states.
Foggy …. Sunny
Overpriced …. Slightly expensive
Faux diversity ….. Diversity
Every Friday and Monday I travel from one city to the other. I am in different states of mind. I am in different seasons of my life.
In San Francisco, I am in my past. In Los Angeles, I am in my now. Between them, I should find my future. San Francisco is a place where I dipped my toe and found a new platform. Los Angeles is where I am taking big strides having to take a claim or two. Psychologically I am in two different places.
I can appreciate the beauty of San Francisco and its smallness. I can also appreciate the grit and glamour that co-exists in Los Angeles. In San Francisco, I stand out. In Los Angeles, while still different, I fit in.
Downtown Los Angeles, where I decided to live in for the moment is experiencing a renaissance. I am experiencing a rebirth. In San Francisco, I learned to be the boss. In Los Angeles, there is no doubt.
I cannot even begin to explain how it feels like I am so divided. Makes me wonder if this is how we now live. We live with one foot planted in the present while still moving forward. Many of us no longer think we are going to stay in one place for too long. Instead of laying down roots, we plant seeds for dispersement. Just moving and moving while our brains try to catch up. Where is home? What season of life am I in?
As illustrated below pictorially, I have gone through a foggy road and rough waters to a beautiful sunset amidst a burgeoning skyline to a shimmering sea (sort of speak).