NYLA

June 3rd, 2010Blog0 comments

So now I’m back in cozy, comfortable LA. I can run my regular route around UCLA, and the usual June Gloom has set in nicely. It’s all very homey and great.

Now that I’m back people have been asking me whether I could live in NYC. I had a real hankering to return to LA, so initially it seemed like the answer was NO… But now I’m thinking that my homesickness was really more of a “I Miss My Stuff”-sickness. It’s hard to live in another city for a month without access to all your stuff — all your clothes, your computer with its full-sized screen. It’s hard to live off of the travel sizes of things.

Now I think I could totally live in New York. Brooklyn would be great. But I need to make a choice soon, because I want to buy a house and live in it for a few years. So I have to choose a coast.

Strangely, I feel like I have more friends that I can relate to in New York. Sorry LA actor friends, but I like hanging out with NY actors more. They’re more fun.

Someone once described me as a New Yorker that lives in LA. I have an affinity for the culture there. It’s one of those things I just sorta feel — I’ve typed all these statements without knowing exactly why, but I know that they feel true.

I think that the logistical differences would pose a problem, but eventually I’d get used to them. I’d get used to not having a car, I’d get used to the rapid pace of the place. People can get used to anything.

But right now I feel like I’m more productive here in LA. It takes less energy to block out the noise of this city because there’s less noise. Since I got back last Friday I’ve gotten more pages written this week than I’d gotten written in two weeks in NYC. Again that could be attributable to the logistical differences, but I’m not sure.

I think what it would take is if I fell in love with someone in NYC. Then a move would be inevitable.

Alternately, maybe I should just say that I live in NYLA: The city that is the amalgamation of NY and LA that exists in my consciousness. Where the bagels are good and the Mexican food is good and the sushi is also miraculously good. Where you walk through a doorway in the Getty and you come face to face with naked people in the MoMa. Where people simultaneously somehow have fake tans and real tans. Maybe I should just think of NYLA as a single city made of two halves that physically connected by a six hour flight, like Chang and Eng were connected by a little bridge of flesh.

Actually, I think that what it is is that I should just stay put in LA but visit NYC more often. Much more often.

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June 2nd, 2010General0 comments