I’m currently down in the Lesser Los Angeles area (calling it “greater” just doesn’t feel right to me). The weather has been perfect today — sunny with just a few clouds, the temperature in the high 70s or low 80s with no trace of the San Francisco chill I left this morning. I spent the day hearing about all kinds of cool stuff going on. Tomorrow I have to go down and spend most of the day at Disneyland for work.
But I can’t breathe, is the thing. Whether it’s because of the smog, or psychosomatic, I dunno; all I know is that the second I step off the plane, my right nostril seizes up and doesn’t get clear until I touch down in the Bay Area again.
Which sums up my relationship with Los Angeles better than anything else. There are plenty of visible indicators that it’s a nice enough place, and despite all the evil, has enough going on to make people want to stay. But I just don’t function well down here. It’s not just the typical anti-LA bias that comes from being a resident of the Bay Area; my body is physically telling me You Don’t Belong Here.
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I went to Disneyland when I was 9.. I returned when I was 26.. Everything seemed a lot bigger when I was a kid haha.. As for LA the traffics enough to make you want to get out..if the pollution hasn’t got to your lungs by then.
You were at Disneyland for seventeen years?! Man, that’s hard core!
Bah, it always feels like more SFers have a disdain for the LA area than vice versa (even though LA has 3-4 times the people).
At least we have Pillow Fight Club. =P
Anything LA can do, we can do better.