This coming week marks one year that I will have been living in Los Angeles. This is huge for me. This is huge for my family. This is especially huge as we were considering moving yet again. Both my son and I miss New York. He loves snow. He loves the cold. I asked him about whether he likes the beach. He noted he likes the beach but that every little kid loves the snow. Every little kid loves making a snowman and being in snowball fights. I told him that most LA kids have not experienced this and he noted that even they dream of snow. I didn’t know how to answer this assertion as I myself miss my beloved New York.
Despite it all, have made the most that I can of Los Angeles. I am going to say this and please (those of you from LA) don’t hate me for it. Los Angeles is an ugly city. It is not the LA you see in 90210. Nor had I expected it to be so. It is markedly dirty, unstructured, and heavily industrial. The city shows hardly any signs of thoughtful planning with weird intersections throughout the city. Drivers act as if they have never seen a pedestrian in their life and there are high numbers of DUIs. Definitely not in New York anymore, Toto. I have found things to like about LA, such as the restaurants and ready access to beaches and, of ourse, the weather. While my son loves snow, I love the heat. LA, thus, agrees with me in that sense. But is LA cuckoo and ugly? Yes, it is. Plus, for people who go on and on about global warming, they sure like to pollute this wealth with their deeply-felt, never-giving up love of their cars. These are people that will get in their cars to just go two blocks. Shameful. Furthermore, many live in a bubble. I knew Trump was going to win and told anyone who would listen to me. For the most part, people here thought that was impossible. Bubble!
Anyway, while I have sought new LA experiences almost every weekend since August, I have yet to get rooted here. I like my building downtown. But I also miss having a home. If I were to get a home here, I either have to move far out or go live in an area that is not quite safe. I grew up in the Bronx and like to think I still have my street sensibilities, but I am also Not Jenny from the Block. I don’t sport rocks, but I do see things slightly differently now. My question to myself is then is how do I get rooted out here? Or anywhere else for that matter? Obviously, even in my beloved New York, I have not fully held onto my roots since I have lived in 17 cities. I always return to New York, but it has only been 21 months since I left New York as I spent ten or so in San Francisco before Los Angeles.
I don’t feel rooted. I feel as if I am playing musical chairs right now in my life. Aren’t I a bit old for that? Then again, us Generation Xers are still looking for something although we have managed to make ourselves successful. We have a sticky ennui that leaves us semi-rooted in the midst of a musical chairs game. Too abstract a thoughts? Too odd? Possibly.
I’m going to run with it, though. What seeds can I plant that will keep me rooted? I have yet to figure that out. It is not necessarily a particular job. I have come to believe those come and go unless I were to become the CEO of Facebook or something like that. It is probably more like a field. However, I am of the belief that we can now have two or three different careers in our lifetime. Having a house most certainly keeps many people rooted. We have a house in New York. We just rented it out. Life is easier that way now. My sister questioned whether that was too much work. She is a millennial. I rent it out to a family that knows how to fix things. There pay rent. I transfer the money to my bank account. I then pay my mortgage. That is not too hard. But, because I am superstitious, I will now go ahead and knock on wood.
I am not too sure what seeds one can plant and remain in one place. It just doesn’t fit with my life perspective. When I tell people that I will not stay at my current job for too long, I get wide-eyed looks. People are scared or wonder why I feel the need to move on. But that my friends I will discuss throughout this week. Let me just state that I hate myself for having the answer of “why not.”
As I near my end here, I cannot stay on such a negative note. One year in Los Angeles. It is the one city I never thought i’d live in because of the lack of transportation. I don’t drive. But so far, I have survived LA and it hasn’t broken me. How is that for being rooted?
I will find what I am looking for. I am not going to rush it but I will not delay either. I just don’t want to play musical chairs and end up without a chair. Nor do I want to end up in a crappy chair just so that I can sit. I don’t get my own metaphor here. But I will say, Los Angeles ain’t New York but I will be just fine.