Hi, my name is Jesse, and I'm bi-coastal.
So it's day three out here in LALA. This is my first long trip, and the only one that's been strictly all work and no play. The funny thing is that this comes at a very difficult time for me emotionally. I am tugged by many strings that stretch across the map and make me feel very isolated out here.
Finn and I revisited the old apartment complex last night. We even climbed the stairs. It was strange, because for a moment or two it really felt like the last year had been a dream. We were just taking a walk around the block while we waited for Rory to come home from work.
In many ways this last year HAS been a dream. I have woken to strange new world of possibilities. I began to actually participate in the larger world. I think I may finally be developing opinions about religion and politics beyond the reactionary stances of my youth.
When Finn and I went for a walk in the sun one morning he pointed out it wasn't as hot as it is when we walk in Houston. Pretty soon he figured out that Los Angeles might be a nicer place to live in many ways. He told me that he kind of wanted to move back, but that may have had something to do with getting to go to LegoLand today.
I told him that moving again just wasn't going to happen, but a part of me really did feel the same way. I love a city where your hotel room soaps are all organic and hypoallergenic. I love that the fried chicken at the local dive is free-range and fresh. Finn and walked by a farmer's market that had just sprung up, and he was able to get fresh local corn on the cob as a snack. The beaches are stunning, and the history of this city pulses. I see the history of American Mass Media wherever I look. My coworkers have been agents for voice actors from Transformers, or backup singers for Motown records, or even acted themselves. Being a part of that is exciting.
I don't think I really want to leave Houston again. It is home to me in so many ways. All my friends and loved ones are pretty much in that city, or nearby, (and all my stuff is there!).
In the long run I don't know what I'll do. I used to think that one coast was enough for any man, and that pining away for another coast was just poor manners. Now I find that I have room in my heart for more than one place. I might be able to call more than one city home, and that makes me feel like a bigger person.
Finn and I revisited the old apartment complex last night. We even climbed the stairs. It was strange, because for a moment or two it really felt like the last year had been a dream. We were just taking a walk around the block while we waited for Rory to come home from work.
In many ways this last year HAS been a dream. I have woken to strange new world of possibilities. I began to actually participate in the larger world. I think I may finally be developing opinions about religion and politics beyond the reactionary stances of my youth.
When Finn and I went for a walk in the sun one morning he pointed out it wasn't as hot as it is when we walk in Houston. Pretty soon he figured out that Los Angeles might be a nicer place to live in many ways. He told me that he kind of wanted to move back, but that may have had something to do with getting to go to LegoLand today.
I told him that moving again just wasn't going to happen, but a part of me really did feel the same way. I love a city where your hotel room soaps are all organic and hypoallergenic. I love that the fried chicken at the local dive is free-range and fresh. Finn and walked by a farmer's market that had just sprung up, and he was able to get fresh local corn on the cob as a snack. The beaches are stunning, and the history of this city pulses. I see the history of American Mass Media wherever I look. My coworkers have been agents for voice actors from Transformers, or backup singers for Motown records, or even acted themselves. Being a part of that is exciting.
I don't think I really want to leave Houston again. It is home to me in so many ways. All my friends and loved ones are pretty much in that city, or nearby, (and all my stuff is there!).
In the long run I don't know what I'll do. I used to think that one coast was enough for any man, and that pining away for another coast was just poor manners. Now I find that I have room in my heart for more than one place. I might be able to call more than one city home, and that makes me feel like a bigger person.