I’m back in LA and while I’m delighted to be home, I already miss the Midwest. And it’s not just my family, particularly my niblings (nieces and nephews). Why is it that people here need to put on so much attitude? And why is it that, by and large, the people are just so much more decent to one another, at least on the surface, in Ohio?
It’s not that everyone here is snooty. I frequently encounter examples of extraordinary kindness even in LA.
When I graduated from high school, I was eager to get as far from Cincinnati as possible. And on this trip, I found the city oddly drawing me back. And it wasn’t just the presence of my family — or the cost of a decent-sized home. Or the traffic.
I think if I had a partner, one who would be willing to forsake LA, I’d seriously consider moving back. But, then there are moments when I discover the charms of the City of Angels, a person passionate about movies and ideas, an interesting street or building, the beauty of the sunset across the Pacific as its final rays darken the hills of the Palisades and Malibu.
As I told my classmates, many of the stereotypes are true about LA, the selfish, superficial people. But, that is only part of this city’s story. There are days when I truly love LA and see why this city has produced some truly outstanding movies and quality television. And other artistic achievements.
Whether I will stay much longer is now anybody’s guess. But I will note that when I was back in Cincinnati, I got together with one of the sweetest guys I ever dated. And he met his partner of seven years in the Queen City.