And sometimes you come from cities that people don't like. But might I add it is for no good reason? I might. I would. I just did!
So here are some things I miss about my hometown and reasons why it is wonderful and why you shouldn't insult it when you know nothing about it and have probably never really been there in a way that allows you to form an educated and non-idiotic opinion.
On a personal level - I miss my kitchen.
My kitchen was oven-less for years. At least a thousand days passed me by with no working oven. Finally, my dreams came true and an oven was installed. An upper oven and a lower oven. An oven that baked. An oven that broiled. An oven of magic and mystery and romance. Alas, I left mere months later. Oven, I miss you.
I miss my bed. It was home to way too many blankets and far too many pillows. Practically to the point of discomfort. It was my desk and my dining table. As my desk was too covered with crap to sit at and write and same goes for the dining table. Bed, I miss you.
I miss my closet. My closet could fit my hanging clothes, my folded clothes and my shoes so easily.
I miss my hanging clothes, my folded clothes and my shoes.
I miss my pumpkin-scented candle.
I miss my DVDs. Sure, I watched the same one every night to fall asleep - and I'm sure we all know which one that is - although I DON'T miss seeing this image
Nobody would miss Alec Baldwin's tubby furry body. The only things that should be fat and that fuzzy are baby animals. Not men's chests. But I also watched other DVDs! Repeatedly. Such as
Oh, DVD collection of which I only probably watch 2% of what I own, I miss you. Same goes for books. I've never been one for reading books more than once for the most part. But I like to have my books around me and I see them and think of what a lovely time it was to read them and where I was and what notes I wrote inside them if any. Oh, books, I miss you!
Los Angeles. It has everything your hometown has and some other junk. I particularly love my local library, my local deli, my local video store when I was little that is now closed and the market across the way that always smelled funny and is now a Petco, the beach sometimes but rarely but I like to know it's there, driving sometimes, those mountains somewhere, being able to go home and have it be nowhere near a business, all the movie theatres playing every movie that is out from big bad & good movies to weird movies a bunch of people made with no money and somehow got into a theatre and it is AWFUL but gosh darnitall - it's playing, how ugly most of the architecture is, coyotes wandering around, and that time a deer and deer baby were on the mountain behind my house.
I hate when people say LA is full of fake people and fake things. At least people know they're fake if they are. Unlike other places, say New York, where people are completely fake but think they are authentic and will rail against how un-fake they are. And a place is only as fake and unfun and miserable as you make it. If you're having a butt time while you're somewhere, it's your own fault. Don't blame other people for your shortcomings. If you can't see the good in a place, maybe you're missing something inside yourself.
I just happen to think there can be magics and wonders and enchanted people everywhere and if you surround yourself with booger eating panty gummers it's your own dumb fault. Leave Los Angeles out of it.
And, lastly, I miss the gorgeous LA River.
So beautiful. As beautiful as any river ever was.