Every year, I suffer the post-Oscar blahs. I spend several days wishing I lived in southern California, with its sunny, warm weather, pretty people, and glamorous, laid-back vibe. It's a totally different lifestyle compared to the East Coast, and one I often wish I was living.
The DC area, my home for the past almost--gasp!--8 years, is the anti-West Coast. I blame it on the presence of the bureaucratic federal government and overbearing politicians who just suck the life and vitality out of this area. Now granted, you can have an intelligent conversation with just about anyone you meet here. The DC area is jammed with highly educated and fairly well-traveled residents. But if you confess to following the fashion industry, reading People Magazine, watching Gossip Girl, or blogging about celebs, you are deemed small-minded, shallow, and possibly stupid.
So, when I think about how much nicer it would be to live there rather than here, I have to remind myself that living in LA isn't all it's cracked up to be. California is home to earthquakes and wildfires, the worst traffic in the country, a bankrupt state government, staggering job losses, and a decimated real estate market. And, like here, it's all about who you know and what kind of access you have.
The grass is always greener....
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