This past week I visited my relatives in Los Angeles and was able to see it with a new perspective.
A bit of back story: my parents grew up in Los Angeles. The fact that we live in Indiana has been scoffed at, gaped at, and upbraided mercilessly for years. It’s even worse when we tell other people. In order to stay close to grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins we visit Los Angeles every summer. It has gotten to the point where I love the city without even realizing what the city is. All I think about when I think “Los Angeles” is good times with family.
A city is much easier to grasp when juxtaposed with other cities. I am able to compare it to such cities as Milan, Rome, Indianapolis, and New York from recent visits. These incredible opportunities afforded to me in the past have changed me in more ways than I realized.
Above all, I think it’s given me a greater appreciation for food. See why here.