I Love L.A.

It's the weirdest thing living just outside of Los Angeles. I am close enough so that i could go every day, but I don't. Being seventeen, It's just not something that is plausible. And so, L.A. is still a bit of a mystery. Sure, I know what it's like to visit frequently, I know the city's layout, I know a couple stores and restaurants and the major attractions. But i still don't know what makes it run.

I sit here at my home reading the blogs of people describing L.A., and it's not one that i recognize. People in L.A. always hate L.A. They describe the people and the lifestyle as fake, shallow, uninteresting. I've been there many times and yeah, some people may be like that but they were the same way in New Mexico, the same way in Egypt, the same way here in the suburbs. And those people are part of the reason I love the city. I know that they are there but i never have to deal with them. Maybe it's because when I am there I am usually dealing with professionals or at least those who know how to act professional or maybe it is just because in L.A. you can find every type of person.

Visiting The Getty, or Olvera Street, or the Watts Towers, or even Fox Studios, I have met many great people who are artistic and passionate and truly care about who they are and what they do.

Maybe the people who complain about the city just are not attracting the right people. Or maybe I'm still too young and too much of an outsider to have really met the people they complain about. Either way, I still love L.A.