There's nothing quite like visiting the old fam' and, on this particular trip, reuniting with an old friend. I always have a good time. It's great to get away from the craziness that is living in LA even for a day or two.
However, nothing can compare to the feeling of coming back home. Driving north on the 405 tonight at 11pm, I came up to the Washington/Venice exit and almost immediately the amount of traffic on the freeway tripled. As much as it annoys me, it's annoying in a very comfortable and familiar way. It's the city's way of saying, "welcome back Sara, we missed you screaming at other drivers and shooting your heart rate through the roof". There is a lot about LA that you can hate, but there is also so much to love. Regardless of either, it's my home and it has a special place in my heart. It's like your first car, 10 years old and a piece of shit. You hate the fact that you don't have heat in the winter or it can't go above a certain mph going up hill, but you still love it for all it's worth.
However, nothing can compare to the feeling of coming back home. Driving north on the 405 tonight at 11pm, I came up to the Washington/Venice exit and almost immediately the amount of traffic on the freeway tripled. As much as it annoys me, it's annoying in a very comfortable and familiar way. It's the city's way of saying, "welcome back Sara, we missed you screaming at other drivers and shooting your heart rate through the roof". There is a lot about LA that you can hate, but there is also so much to love. Regardless of either, it's my home and it has a special place in my heart. It's like your first car, 10 years old and a piece of shit. You hate the fact that you don't have heat in the winter or it can't go above a certain mph going up hill, but you still love it for all it's worth.
That is how I feel about this city. For better or worse, I love LA. No matter how good of a trip I have visiting family and friends down south, I love being back home sweet home.