Oh my goodness! The first weekend is upon us! It’s happening. It’s really happening. (You are reading this after the fact, but trust that it was really happening on September 21, 2015.)
On the way to the airport, I could not stop smiling as I looked out the window. This was really happening! (I know I’ve said that, but you know… It’s really happening. ;))
It was funny leading up to this too, because sometimes I’d be having conversations with friends about LA stuff that annoyed them or me, and invariably, I’d say something like, “Yeah, I hate this town.” And every time my eyes would get so wide as though I’d forgotten I get to leave it every single week.
I really have tried to find the joy and kindness in living in LA, but there will always be the part of me that mercilessly makes fun the city. I have found things to like, but it’s LA. It gets made fun of. The end.
Anyway, I get to the airport for my first commuter trip to BMI. As I look around, I vividly remember last year. (I can’t believe it was only a year ago.) I was working a job I really disliked (probably the worst job I’ve ever had in reality television) close to the airport.
It was close enough that I’d take the Flyaway in and walk from the airport. And every day I’d look longingly/enviously at the airport and its possibilities. I’d think (in song of course), “Gee, it sure would be swell to get out of here” (from Little Shop of Horrors) all the time.
I felt oh so close to escaping. (After all, I was at the airport!) And yet oh so far at the same time. (I was never going anywhere!)
(On one of my worst days there, I sobbed all the way home… And then I quit that job so hard. 😛 But that’s a story for another day! :-))
Aaaanyway, back to the airport, now I’m really here for real (to leave!). It’s really happening!
(And this is where I’ll pick up next time.)