There's Nothing You Can't Do

But just try and find the time

This week’s dispatch is woefully short because I’m in New York City for my sister-in-law’s wedding. And New York is full of things to do, unlike Los Angeles, where nothing feels urgent except unprotected left turns. There’s no time for navel-gazing existentialism in this town—too many stairs, too many things to jolt you out of your own brain. You do get the occasional exhaustion-fueled emotional breakdown, but it quickly passes into refreshing catharsis, clearing your slate for the next task.

Because I’m woefully short on time (I promise, to all my friends I have not texted this week that I will be back and we will get together) I can’t quite get into the differences between New York City, New York and Los Angeles, California. Disappointing, because it’s a little-explored topic with a lot left unsaid. As it turns out, two cities, three thousand miles apart, with wildly different cultures, histories, and climates are…not the same.

People say a picture is worth a thousand words, so enjoy this in place of me explaining why the rats I saw teeming around some garbage bags were actually a thing of beauty:

Ta ta for now and Next Week in Los Angeles…