Sometimes we need a point of reference in order to see what we are truly grateful for. Most recently, I’ve discovered a newfound love for the city I live in—Los Angeles.
My friend Emily flew in to visit this morning. She’s from a small town in Connecticut, and a little jaded with the monotony of her hometown. She decided to come visit me for a little adventure, and needless to say, I’m ecstatic. I haven’t seen her in months, so I’m stoked to catch up and spend some quality time together. But I’m also eager to flaunt the LA lifestyle—not with arrogance, but rather pride. Because I am so proud of my home! And with this opportunity to showcase what my city has to offer, it’s become a way for me to re-realize my gratitude for living here.
Los Angeles is truly the city of dreams. For some, those dreams are ones of stardom success– interlaced with some hard work, a little persistence, and bit of luck. But the title denotes something different to me.
Los Angeles is incredibly beautiful. It’s a large city, and as a result, we have a little bit of everything. It’s diverse in culture, lifestyle, and interests. Though some like me were born and raised here, others come from all over the country, all over the world even. It’s almost like a cycle—the allure of a city so assorted and varied, attracts the very people who make it the unique city it is. So ‘different’ becomes the norm, rejecting a border between ordinary and unusual. This maverick culture eliminates boundaries, and encourages people to meet the full potential of their true identity. And that offers me eternal fascination.
I’ve started brainstorming for her trip. I have a list of restaurants to eat at, must-see sites, fun events,and exciting activities.
She’s going to try her first In & Out burger, our unofficial state food. I can’t wait to see her face when she tastes that first bite. We’ll ride our bikes to Venice beach one afternoon. I want her to see a place that’s truly one of a kind, and experience an emersion into complete eccentricity. Since Emily loves music, I bought tickets to a concert at the House of Blues, a venue in the heart of LA music culture. We’ll see the walk of fame, the Hollywood sign, and all of the other iconic sites.
And we’ll spend time at the beach, my sanctuary and humble abode. I love going at sunset. It’s breathtaking, dramatically spectacular. But my favorite point is the finale—dusk—when the sun gently simmers in the horizon. It’s subtle, yet striking. Though the sun has already set, the sky is still illuminated, clear and calm. To me, the effect is metaphorical—even without the sun, the city still shines. And that captures my interpretation of the ‘The City of Dreams’. The way Los Angeles shines makes it a place to dream of, and a place I dream to always live in.
I hope Emily loves it as much as I do. But let’s face it, no feeling of fascination or captivation may ever compare to the sentimental joy I feel for my home. And this makes me grateful—to live in a place that’s inspired by boundless optimism, one that continues to inspire me.