So, You Want to Move to LA?
My East-Coast perspective on my semester in California.
By Anna McClean
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As we shift out of February and into March with still not much sign of spring’s approach, it can be easy to find ourselves daydreaming of a warm vacation.
At least, that was the headspace I was in about a year ago when I made the decision to attend college in Los Angeles, far away from the bitter cold of New England – where I am from.
When fall rolled around, I happily left all my warm winter clothes in the back of my closet, bringing my summer wardrobe across the country.
My parents and I spent a beautiful few days at a hotel in Venice. My parents and I ate at delicious restaurants and soaked up the sunshine, until they dropped me off at my new school and said goodbye.
The first week kept me busy, but once I was settled and the chaos of freshman year died down, I began to crave more than just my small campus. I wanted to explore the city.
Without access to a car, I researched my options: none. Being from Massachusetts, to me “city” meant Boston and New York. It meant public transportation. I hadn’t anticipated this obstacle.
Don’t worry, though — I had the option to Uber. For just $27, I could travel 10 miles in an hour with 7 lanes of traffic on each side of the median in one of the most expensive cities in the country. Thus, Uber didn’t exactly provide much relief.
I looked for a job hoping to make the best of this situation, but all the on-campus positions were filled by upperclassmen, meaning that I would have to apply elsewhere and spend my entire paycheck getting to and from work.
I was also never aware that I was used to such fast-paced interactions until I tried to do absolutely anything in California. Going on a quick coffee-run, from the moment I entered to the time I exited the building, would cost me 20 minutes and $13 because nobody ever seemed to have a sense of urgency.
It’s not like everything took so long because of captivating discussion; superficial time-consuming niceties made every interaction inefficient. Apart from a couple good friends, who I later found out were also not from the West Coast, most conversations I had during my fall semester were dull, lacking any sort of depth or genuineness.
Now, I’m not writing this to just bash on LA and call it a day, but rather to inform those who are considering moving there. I met plenty of people who are loving their experience in California, and I promise I really was looking forward to it in the beginning.
Since then, though, I’ve learned that it’s just not the place for me. I belong back here in Boston where there are trains, changing seasons, and a real sense of humor.