Lost in Los Angeles


Where thou art, that is home – Emily Dickens


I went to Los Angeles initially because it is on the West and I needed to work my way up from there to get to British Columbia in Canada. I also had a friend in L.A so there was that factor also. But needless to say, I didn’t have high expectations for La la land. But, as is the law of the universe, because I said “nah, nah. Not for me. Never,” I ended up staying for eleven days. LOL – bye money.

I don’t know if it was the sunshine or the green smoothies but L.A felt as homely to me as it could be given that it is 7 532 miles from my actual home. I believe this is because of the people that I met. Granted, I only knew them for a few days but when you’re travelling, a few days feels like a few weeks, and you’ll find yourself becoming close with people whose names you learn only when you say goodbye to them – because who needs names when you can easily refer to people by their place of origin. This network of the temporary travel family is a necessary survival mechanism  because as we all know, there is safety in numbers.

But how do you know when you’ve found a temporary travel family? Well, you’ll know by how they look after you and how frequently you consume alcohol together. For example, I was at Disneyland (which I got into for free.#Brag) and I was on the Grizzly River Run ride at California Adventure Park (part of Disneyland kind of) and we were in a raft and there were drops and just before one of the drops that the five year-old next to me referred to as scary,  I began to have a full-blown panic attack. I couldn’t breathe properly, my hands started tingling and my heart was pumping away like a Sailor’s crotch as I accepted my impeding river-raft death. Complete with a cackling five year-old next to me. But then, one of my mates who later told me they used to suffer from panic attacks, looked me in the eye and got me to focus on my breathing and I was okay. The drop wasn’t as terrifying as imagined and I walked off the ride with waterless-lungs. That right there is something that families do: look after their own. Whilst I may not ever see some of those people again I had a family for a few days and that was comforting.

And now, as I sit alone in my hostel bunk bed because all of my friends have left, I realise that home isn’t necessarily a place, it is people and as people have legs, a home can be found anywhere – if you’re open to it. So now it’s time for me to look for a new temporary home. There really is great freedom in living a life like this (even if only temporarily) but there is also a shit-tonne of pressure to make the most of every moment when sometimes all you want to do is curl up in familiarity and read all day. But that’s just me chucking a Liv and as my mate Bel would say, “Liv is north, south, east and west all at the same time.” Zis is true, yah! I am one confused cookie and this cookie doesn’t know if she’s chocolate chip or oat and raisin.






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