Clouds don’t exist in LA

It seems fitting that I start my Cali-blogging today. It’s Sunday. It is my first day in California by myself. This week starts the professional experience of my lifetime. It’s strange. But in a wonderful way. Life doesn’t seem real right now, so I decided to do what I always do when reality doesn’t quite add up: write.

Waking up at 5 in the morning is not one of my top favorite things to do. But that day was different. In a few hours, I would be going back in time. Three hours to be precise. I was taking my life to the West Coast. Summer internships in Los Angeles. And not just any internships. Twentieth Century Fox and The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences. Basically, the adventure of a lifetime. I couldn’t wait to get it started.

When the plane soared in at LAX, my heart doubled its speed. After the usual hassle of getting the luggage, I stepped outside and took my first deep breath of the California air. It electrified my every molecule. Even though I had knocked out for most of the flight, at that moment, I never wanted to sleep again. My dad and I drove around to familiarize ourselves with the area. The first big shout of glee came when we turned on Pico Blvd, home of Fox Studios. I clambered into the backseat of the car and stuck my head out the window, taking photos with my phone, breathing it all in. We stopped at the red light on Avenue of the Stars as I took quick snapshots in every direction. It was all I could do to not jump out of the car and run. Where I don’t know, but I was sure I’d find someplace wonderful.

My dad and I fell into a steady routine, and I enjoyed getting to know my new playground with him at my side. Our daily lunches and wanders were great company for my first week here, and I’m glad I wasn’t alone. He’s halfway around the world now, and I miss him already.

I picked up the car I had rented for the summer a few days ago, and it’s incredible what a difference it makes to have my own transportation. With my dad working away at the hotel, I took my newfound freedom and went exploring with Max. Per usual. Our wandering took us to Downtown Burbank, where I stumbled into the most breathtaking little bookstore. Something tells me that street will soon become a usual haunt of mine this summer. Even now, I can’t stop thinking about all those stacked books, spines waiting to be stroked, pages itching to be turned, words demanding to be read.

Our next adventure took us to Downtown LA, and my mind began racing with the setting sun. It felt like Miami in the West Coast atmosphere. I was blown away by the Staples Center. I knew, I felt it in the orange and pink sky outlining the arena, that one day I would be working here as well. Digital advertisements flashed from all sides and the air was vibrating with the excitement of hockey fans at the edge of victory. Two downtowns, two more parking garages to add to my list. Maybe I’ll start collecting those too. In every city I’m in, I’ll find some place to shout my YAWP over the rooftops of the world.

It’s funny how the more I saw, the more my mind began the comparisons. It wasn’t long before I saw LA as the combination of my homes. The blue skies and warm weather felt like Florida on my skin, but the buildings and the people and the sidewalks and the sights and the billboards lighting up the sky on a 2am drive make me miss Boston the way only magical cities can. LA has the perpetual happiness of a place that only knows sunshine coupled with the true business atmosphere of a city literally bursting with possibilities. In my six days here, not a single cloud has graced the perfect baby blue of the sky above me. The horizon is as clear as ever, and I can already feel myself falling in love.


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