I started coming here for a boy. Then I started coming here for myself. Then I moved to New York because the rent was free and I was an aimless, slightly manic 19-year-old who had nothing better to do, and after that I moved to DC to try something more traditional. The point is I’ve lived in a lot of places. I chose Los Angeles. And as much as I love it and hope this journal will convince you to visit, let’s not be ridiculous here! I don’t want it to read as some kind of oozing postcard from an endless vacation. Thus, some promises and warnings:
In keeping with the title, I’ll refrain from topics too profound or disagreeable. There’s another Shallow End hosted by Blogspot, but she writes about deep things. Babies. Cancer. Babies with cancer. It should be easy not to confuse us.
I live decidedly removed from the glamour and excess of this place, and only really dip my toe in the hip bar/restaurant/shopping scenes, partly because I was developing a complex when I looked around and realized no one else was eating. I do occasionally see celebrities and projects filming, but the rest is pretty low-key. I walk to the LA Zoo a couple times a week. I like taco trucks an awful lot. I’m situated across from the Equestrian Center at Griffith Park. It's peaceful.
My view (photo courtesy of Mike Slaven)
Do you think Los Angeles is soulless? That's alright, it's probably justified. This place has its issues - I have to worry about earthquakes and Scientologists and Lindsay Lohan hitting me with her car. But I still love it. I love the taut, Botoxed sheen of Beverly Hills and the rocky, overcrowded beaches and the awkward, neverending "transition" of Downtown. Here's hoping my blog gets as much traffic as my adopted home - maybe you'll start to like it, too.
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