Leaving My Bubble

Just got back from housesitting with my new special lady friend. The house she was watching is basically across the street from an ex and down the street from another ex.

I don’t go to that neighborhood a whole heck of a lot anymore, but I know it quite well.

LA is so ghetto-ized, in that I generally live in a four square mile bubble that I never leave. And I know that many friends are the same way — Valley people stay in the Valley, etc.

That makes it easy to avoid people you don’t want to run into, but makes it harder to find new people to meet and make connections.

So when I was walking around this familiar neighborhood, I felt like I was trespassing. Like I was violating some unwritten agreement and I was on the verge of being busted by the bubble police. “This is not your area, please return to your zone.”

Thankfully the housesitting gig is over, the bubble police never came, and I’m safely ensconced in my apartment.

4 thoughts on “Leaving My Bubble”

  1. A bubble? I thought it more of a grid like a chess board. Each piece has its own role and moves about freely. Not always an easy jump between pieces but one you moved about in.

  2. It’s very true that people in LA don’t like to venture outside their bubbles. Even native SoCal natives rarely end up on the other side of town – venturing into my old hometown is like a high school reunion in and of itself. I once met a lifeguard in Santa Monica, and was surprised to discover he was from Rowland Heights, not far from where I grew up in Hacienda Heights. I am an exception, since I was all over the place for decorating weddings.

  3. When people make generalizations about Los Angeles, it usually is best if that person actually knows something about the city, or any other city, for that matter.

    So how exactly is this “Ghettoization” any different than any other city? Do Chicago Southsiders not stay in the South Side? Do folks from Brooklyn not remain in their end of the East River? C’mon! Be consistent here!

    When the Militant was growing up – right here in Los Angeles (yes, people are actually born and raised here, despite what you’ve all been told), Everything was more free reign. Back in the ’80s, if you lived in Canoga Park, you shopped at the Galleria in Sherman Oaks, you went to a Dodger game at the stadium, you hung out at Westwood Village, etc. etc.

    Now times have changed. Gas is not cheap anymore. More traffic. People have become more localized, which actually is not a bad thing, since (especially after 4/29/92), people are paying more attention to communities, especially their own, and are trying to make them more self-sufficient, which leads to shorter trips, and as evident in more communities in the central part of Los Angeles city, pedestrian, transit and bicycle travel are more possible.

  4. I certainly feel the bubble effect in incorporated cities such as Burbank and Glendale and Beverly Hills and Culver City, but not so much on a hood-to-hood basis in Los Angeles.

    Then again on not-too-long-ago night group bike ride that rolled us through the areas of Maywood and Bell we were certainly encouraged and invited by the locals to get the fuck out… in those exact words I believe.

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