I just celebrated my first Fourth of July as an Angeleno, and I had a blast. We spent all afternoon and evening on my boyfriend's apartment's rooftop "deck," with many friends, some of whom I've only met in the past couple months and some I've known for years. The weather was lovely (if a bit roasty toasty at points), and the view of fireworks after sunset was pretty amazing.
I want to say a few things about the new friends I'm making in Los Angeles. Part of a place feeling like a home are those people who reflect back to you the kind of person you are in that moment. And, if my friends are a reflection of me in this moment, then I am some kind of sassy, un-PC, playful SOB. A few times today I remarked on how my boyfriend, in particular, has corrupted me. The truth is, he is helping me to let go... of needing to be right, of needing to be uber-political, of needing to always see things globally (to the detriment of dealing with shit right at home).
And now the people who I'm blessed to consider friends are just accelerating that experience. It's an experience that I am loving, to the point where I think nothing of making the food and helping set up a whole day's party for everyone's enjoyment, because I am having so much fun.
This all isn't to say that LA has the corner on cool people to hang out with. Not at all. It's more that I am just having fun in a way that I haven't really had fun before, and that opens me up to making new friends who I might not have before and doing new things that I would not have considered before. It's a place I'm very happy to be.
Not much else to say at the moment - just wanted to share a quick couple thoughts after a really enjoyable 4th of July. Happy Independence Day!
