A couple of weeks ago, I went to California to visit my family in Los Angeles.
It’s a trip I’ve made several times throughout the years and let me tell you, visiting L.A. gets worse every time I go.
To start, I am absolutely terrified of flying, which is weird, because I love traveling so much.
There’s just something about being trapped in a metal tube thousands of feet in the air for several hours that just unsettles my nerves.
At the slightest little bump of turbulence, you better believe I’m praying and clutching the seat (or the stranger next to me) and playing the worst-case scenario out in my head.
Eventually, though, I make it through the anxiety-ridden flight and landed in the very famous Los Angeles airport, LAX.
I don’t mean to sound so negative, but oh boy, do I dislike Los Angeles.
It’s hot, it’s loud, and to me, it’s boring.
I love going to California to go to Disneyland, but other than that, I’d rather be somewhere else.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have fully acclimated to small- town living, but more than ever before, I found myself dreading being in the place where I spent the first nine years of my life.
Don’t get me wrong, I have very fond memories of being there when I was a kid, but not one of those memories were fond because of the place that I was in.
There’s just something about California, L.A. specifically, that just doesn’t make me feel good. I can’t really put my finger on it.
Being with my family does soften the blow of visiting a not-so-great location, though.
I love my family very much, I love hanging out with them as much as I can since we live so far away from each other.
This trip was special as it was around my mother’s birthday. We went to a really nice restaurant on the 70th floor of some building. It was really a great time.
I was also able to surprise a few old friends from New York who had been visiting my brother who also lives in California with my parents.
It seemed to be a small reunion of sorts, none of the trip was planned that way, but it ended up being a great reunion of friends and family I haven’t seen in almost two years.
So I guess, even though I really dislike traveling to California, the short trip was certainly worth sitting through traffic in a hot and dirty city to be with people I genuinely love.
Spending time with family and friends certainly has the ability to make the best of a not-so-great traveling experience.