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A highlight of my trip home this past month was a visit to my beloved Getty Center museum in West Los Angeles. Back when I was a student at UCLA and still living near campus, I went nearly every single weekend. I always wanted to catch a new rotating exhibit (specifically the photography exhibits teehee), or just take in the view; the Pacific Ocean in the near distance. This place never let's me down with its white and blunt architectural lines. Modernism against a classic zen garden placement. It inspires me! Every twist and turn and stairway in this place counts. Every shadow against it's stone walls a work of art. We decided to walk up to the museum instead of taking the tram. This gave us far more time to take in the view along the way, homes spread out across the hills like budding flowers.
There was so much I rediscovered about Los Angeles during this trip. Things that I forgot about after living on the east coast for nearly four years. I hate driving, but man did I forget how much I love blasting that radio and playing my old mix CD's on long drives during sunset. Backlit rows of palm trees that seem nearly unreal in the moment. So much time spent outside. Going on hikes with friends and family. Feeling the sun on my front porch. Slowing down work and just taking the time to read a book or watch a documentary at night instead of going out. It certainly was a rejuvenating vacation.
I mean, I'm not going to miss the endless traffic that exists throughout the city. One of the most draining factors of my post-college existence. Nor will I miss the underlying beat of the "Young Hollywood" lifestyle that is hard to turn your head away from. Los Angeles. A place where the hunger for youth, fame and prestige blatantly throws itself in your face around just about every corner. Always entertaining. Not that NYC isn't the same, but in a different way that I can't really seem to describe. I guess it just feels easier here. And because of that it feels more glamourous. Life is slower, but just as high maintenance. The beautiful, the sunny, the beach-ridden. Every hour is a happy hour in Los Angeles it seems. The palm trees like totems of longevity which can be absorbed into your system just by putting them into your line of vision.
Not sure if I can ever once again call Southern California home again, but I enjoy dipping myself in it every now and then (this time for nearly a good whole month!). Growing up on the outskirts of Los Angeles has taught me a lot of what I like and what I don't like. Always nice to know that it welcomes me back with open arms each and every time.
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