Sunday morning. Bright and early. Giving that small town feel to big city life.
Longing to move out of the hub-bub of the city. I've lived in LA for over thirteen years now. Yikes. That's a lifetime. An entire adult lifetime. I wouldn't have it any other way.
But lately I've felt like a visitor in my own city. My heart is still at the beach, in Venice. Since leaving there, five years ago, I haven't felt at home anywhere. Sure, I only live a few miles up the street. I've lived one mile away and still, it's not the same.
Venice is part of LA. So what's the difference? Community. I haven't found that here, in the heart of the city. It's busy, dirty, messy, loud, and I miss having trees and a yard or a balcony or a view of the sunsets.
So I (we) have just over six months left in our lease. That should give us plenty of time to save and look, really look, for a place to call home. I've lived in many parts of LA over the years. I love LA. And I'm tired of moving. I'm ready to find a home here, where I can grow roots.
At least I'm still able to find peace around me. I enjoy hearing the kids in the neighborhood, playing in the alley, riding their bikes, skateboarding. They all know and love Hunny. Funny, when I'm walking without Hunny (which isn't often) they don't recognize me at all -- until I get their attention. Then I hear, "Where's Hunny?"
Still, I only know about half of our neighbors' names. Many of them ignore me as I pass by. I've been known to step in front of them and introduce myself. Some have come out of their shells and smile at me once in a while now. But many are struggling to make ends meet. I know that place. And it shows in their body language. Stress. Anguish. Fear.
So many people. More than when I arrived in the summer of '92. And still, we don't look at each other. We don't really talk to each other. We're all in such a rush. Too busy to be bothered with anything outside of ourselves.
The thing is, when I do step outside of myselfand make a connection with the world around me, I usually feel more alive. Hm. Figure that huh?
My world is what I make of it. So today, this my little town.
Happy Hunny. Ready to continue on down the path of her small town amid the concrete jungle.