Caught in the headlights of LA

Caught in the headlights of LA

A bone member pushes me in the back with an elbow. This is followed by a superficial apology that, like everything else in the pulsating bar, is shouted out loud. The steamed colors black and purple are atypical hard and the lights are a little too bright.

I look at Peter. He has big eyes, just like me. We have the same question: what now? Our friends in LA, who show us the city, went out on a cigarette and left us alone in the trendy bar for a moment.

Neither Peter nor I have been in such a place for six months. After we left London, we quickly fell to the slower pace of the Pacific and operated conveniently on island ("Maybe now, maybe later, maybe tomorrow, maybe never").

In London I lived from Hyperspeed, a load that is willingly worn and often quoted by every city dweller who wants to prove its value (I am so busy = I am so asked). On the street, this hyper -speed has slowed down into a stroll, so the light lights from LA were a little worrying.

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The speed of speed makes me ask how I can get along with the mega cities of South America. It also made it clear to me that I am no more than what I have identified in the past two decades: a city girl. I planned this trip as a short breather from working life when stopped before I returned to London and took on another job in publishing.

For Peter it was a journey full of possibilities; of changing countries, jobs and life.

For a long time he tried to convince me to live somewhere in a small village, if not abroad, then somewhere in the English country. Every time I answered the same thing: "I would be bored." LA has changed my opinion. Maybe I would be fine without the noise, pollution, traffic and stress.

Perhaps it is mere exposure: the longer you live in an environment, the more you long for the opposite. Maybe after five years I would long for the gray streets of London on an island. Maybe better weather, fresher food and nicer people would get bored after a while. I don't know exactly.

What I know is that I finally want to find out.
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