I’m in Los Angeles for the holidays. It’s where my parents are, and where I grew up. Now that I don’t live in the 310, I can’t believe all the times I did not appreciate this place. I have some words for my old self, and they are… ¡Dios mio dumbass! I’m sure I had a good excuse, like there was a traffic jam at 10:30 pm on the 405 freeway, or it was like, really hard to make plans with people who live in Silverlake, or blahblahblah.
Fortunately, this gives me an opportunity to quote Pretty Woman:
“Big mistake. Big. Huge.”
And hence my pet theory, which is currently in development, as they say:
The secret of life is to behave like a tourist (most of the time).
Or, to steal my friend Aarthi’s spin on this:
The secret of life is to live like an expat.