I’ll admit it.
I started out as an Orange County girl. Even though I was born in L.A., my parents decided to raise us in the suburbs of the OC. But as soon as I could escape the Orange Curtain, I did… running off to college in close-enough-to-visit-but-far-enough-to-move-out-of-the-house Los Angeles! The big city! Wow!
Wow, indeed. Did I hate it at the beginning. Especially the traffic, the traffic, oh that horrible traffic. But then a funny thing started happening… I began to fall in love with L.A. and the next thing I knew, I stopped calling myself an OC-girl and it felt right to describe myself as an LA-girl (sorry Markland, I am purposely leaving the periods out that time, just to annoy you!).
For me, a love affair with L.A. was probably inevitable, but I know others who never thought that they would end up falling in love with this city.
I was reading one of my favorite blogs today and came up on a post by Carly Milne, who documented her love of L.A. with photos, ending the post with this:
I never imagined I’d live here. I never wanted to. But it’s been six years now, and I have to admit I fall in love with it more and more every day.
What about you?