Arrived in LA yesterday and already remember why the big city and I were such good friends: the diversity of experience. Already I’ve seen and talked to my more diverse people in a 12 hour span than I did in 12 weeks in other parts of the country. From the elderly black man who explained the Lesbian connection to the Aztecs to the lady who explained how the trains is full of “loons who will talk to anyone.” (She is herself a professed loon and loves it!!!)
I miss it. I miss it a lot.
The hustle and bustle of it all. The randomness of the order. Or the order to the randomnes… I don’t know which. The conversation at one table to my right about a start up company and the one to the left about seeing Janet Jackson at the mall.
Life is so many experiences.
Today will be fun.