...and believe it or not there are a few. Mostly, I miss my friends, my dear creative, fabulous mom friends. And I miss the city itself, the burnt tawdriness of it. I DO NOT miss how desperate it feels to be there. You might think I'm talking about getting the job, and you'd be wrong, because from the minute I set foot there, I knew that artistically it wasn't my mecca. No, it was more about everyone around me - it was so hard to see what that city could do to people I loved. It was painfully expensive to live there, too. My husband tells me about the old days, when there were little pockets of affordability, but we saw that go out with rent control. Also, there is a lot of hot air in LA. I'm talking about the weather, hot, hot weather that I manage to sweat like a pig in, but also just about the amount of talking that goes on - about screenplays in process, about auditions and such. I could never muster up enough to say about myself and my process and my art. I was an actor who never acted. Something long ago I never, ever thought I'd be.
I am not at all bitter about it though. Truly. I have an incredibly rich life here in my little town, and it seems ripe with possibility. I feel more creative here, and more excited about what might be the next chapter of my life than I've felt in a long time.
But there is one thing I miss and I'm a little embarrassed to admit it. It is one of the less hip things about me, in a loooong list of things about me that are unhip, but this just feels more embarrassing. Anyway - here it is...
In LA, it is entirely possible to spot a celebrity EVERY SINGLE DAY. There are some that you don't want to see; Kato Kaelin springs to mind. But while we lived there I saw some true heroes of mine, and it made me feel like I was about ten years old: Bonnie Raitt hiking in Runyon Canyon, Steve Martin in the same canyon on his bike (he actually said "hi" to me - he saw me first!), Steve Carrell after "Anchorman" and before "40 Year Old Virgin" at the Grove, hanging out listening to some A Cappella group with his kids.
But today my best pal Jana called me, breathless, saying "Guess who I saw at Barnes and Noble? I had to call you - I knew you'd appreciate it! DWIGHT!"
She was right - I screamed. And I missed LA so much. But I missed Jana more. It would have been so much fun to see him and dish about it after.
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