Some of the few reasons why I still love LA are for what it is.
It is my friends, as well as a select few members of my family who I still love and get along with. It is for the clubs I used to hang out at and get my industrial fix at and meet up with my friends of the same mindset. It is for Old Man's in Oceanside, and 17th Street in Newport where I used to surf frequently three days after the Baja storms would arrive. It is for Mt. Baldy and the hikes I used to take and the Zen Center I used to travel to. It is Venice Beach where I used to walk on the boardwalk and take in the scene. It was for my Aikido studio I used to feel at home at. It is for the coffee roaster I used to manage and called my home away from home.
Now for all of the reasons why I hate LA for what it isn't. It isn't the end all be all of coolness. It isn't peaceful, it isn't non pretentious, it isn't a cheap, or a great place to live, it doesn't have everything anyone could ever want, you can't just hop down to the beach and watch the water sausages wallow on the rocks, or get their next meal in the tidepools, or the wild elk you can sit and watch on the side of the road, it isn't nature at its greatest, it isn't a place you can commune with nature, either by communing with it, or taking it by its throat and trying to conquor whatever it may throw at you, it isn't tax free, it isn't green wherever you look, you can't walk across the beach to the forest, it does not have a laid back beatnik vibe or lifestyle, it does not promote a healthy state of being, neither mentally, physically, or emotionally. It isn't where my love lives. It is not a place where my heart or soul belong to. I used to call it my home, a city which I said I would never leave. I don't feel comfortable calling it home anymore since it has become a place where I just reside. My love for this city has been replaced for love of something more substantial.
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