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People sometimes get really excited when I tell them that I grew up in Los Angeles. Where’s a good place to grab a drink? A cup of coffee? A really awesome meal? And then I point out that I spent my childhood there, and not more than 3-4 weeks out of any given year as an adult, and do you know how sprawled out LA is? Nope, I grew up in the suburbs, still part of L.A. County, but far removed from the cool parts of town. And, like any other suburb with its mini malls and empty lots and donut shops, the quiet banality of it all is, for a now-New Yorker now accustomed to noise, a lack of personal space and waaaaay too much foot traffic, sort of comforting.
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I like this.
so nice