Okay, I love Los Angeles. I’ve missed it a lot during the four weeks I was gone. I couldn’t wait to be back.
But barely a day into my return to Los Angeles, and I’m missing New York City already.
The No. 2 reason why I miss New York City? The bagel-a-day diet.
I don’t even bother eating bagels here in Los Angeles because they all suck. It’s just not the same. Just look at that brick of cream cheese slathered in there.
The No. 3 reason why I miss New York City? The fashion.
Even during a heavy rain season, people slid on fantastic rain boots like these. It made me want to buy a pair, even though it hardly rains in Los Angeles.
I feel like everybody’s just strutting the catwalk here in Manhattan. I love that they don’t dress the same; everyone has his or her own quirky sense of style. It’s kind of inspiring. It gave me the guts to finally hunt down a pair of suspenders.
I had a great time flashing these suspenders around like a hipster, brainstorming ways to incorporate them into World Journalism Institute’s “business casual attire” mandate.
The No. 4 reason why I miss New York City? Central Park.
I miss the colorful one-man acts.
I miss the couples walking hand-in-hand, young and old. The bikers in their full biking suits, zipping past joggers and strollers. The kids scampering across the meadow, enjoying a game in a delightful way that only they can.
The horses and their manure:
Even the guy who takes a thick-skinned afternoon snooze on the benches.
No. 5 reason why I miss New York City: the random strips of greens snuggled in between historic buildings and new skyscrapers.
Above is a shot of Bryant Park in mid-town Manhattan, just a few blocks down from Central Park.
But more than all of the above, the No. 1 reason I freaking just want to move to New York City right now? The convenient public transportation.
You see, although I enjoy driving, I can’t stand cars anymore.
This is why:
I didn’t roll down my window. It’s just gone.
The glass is all in shards now, littered all over the car floor and passenger seat, because some fellow smashed my car window last night and hightailed with my GPS.
This isn’t the first time I’ve suffered monetary loss from my car. Add two traffic tickets, several parking tickets, an accident, high insurance, crazy gas prices and hours of being stuck in heavy traffic, and O.M.G— I don’t care how amazing Los Angeles is right now; I am just so sick of its car culture.
Okay, part of it is my fault. I forgot to hide the GPS. I was the idiot who tried to dash a red light. I was the blind fool who didn’t see the street cleaning sign when I parked my car. I was the impatient driver who crashed into another car while trying to make a left turn.
But darn it, Los Angeles is easier to blame right now.
I’m now off to blow another $200 on window glass repair. That’s like, 100 Super-Size McDonald’s french fries. Sob.
I strangely want donuts right now. Dunkin Donuts.
I remember how Dunkin Donuts dotted every corner of Manhattan’s streets. Unfortunately, I’ll have to wait a while for there to be one in my vicinity. Add that to No. 6 why I miss New York City.