“…I am currently sitting on my living room couch near the delicious batch of cookies one of my housemates made.
As always, I am not without ear buds wrapped around my ears as I snap my fingers to a good beat. The song of choice for tonight, “Backseat Freestyle”. Can you believe Good Kid, M.A.A.D City is two years old already? Time sure flies by…”
Connie, thank you for your answer; at long last, I finally get to write back!
Currently, it’s 1:30 pm on a Thursday afternoon, and I’m at Wilshire and Vermont. As you might imagine, the day is in full swing out here. On the street traffic is brimming with buses, taxis, and scores of other drivers waiting for their green light, while on the sidewalk the ground sparkles with L.A.’s walkers, skaters, and diners.
Above, pigeons wait patiently for what might be left behind. It’s a repetitive scene, but in a kaleidoscopic kind of way; every other moment the same picture is produced, but each time, it’s just a little different.
That being said, I can’t believe it’s been two years since Good Kid either! In 2012, I was just getting started at little ole Davis in NorCal. It was a strange time, but also a fiercely adventurous time. Now, things seem much calmer for me, even despite being back in the Maadness of L.A.
Of course, I say ‘calmer’ with caution as I think about the narratives for you and your sister at the moment. I got to speak with Steph just this morning, and it was eye-opening to hear about her ambitions to travel and travel, and then travel some more for her work and her goals.
In the nearly-three months that I’ve been back in L.A., I’ve found that every old friend I’ve spoken to has grown so much, even while they’re still the same characters they were when we first met. The only difference now, I guess, are the terms. Everyone is on different terms.
Everyone has acquired more knowledge, terminology, and experiences to share, but like the constant scene of people at Wilshire and Vermont, the picture’s still essentially the same.
On the one hand, maybe it’s not the most flattering thing to think of ourselves that way, as beings who don’t change.
On the other hand, it’s something reliable; if you knew a great personality in someone before, you’ll probably know a great personality in them later as well.
But even with this in mind, the key still lies in the details. Just like every new letter carries another message in its contents, there’s still something else to be grasped at each new turn of someone’s story. This makes me more curious about yours.
How is San Fran now, following the delicious cookie batch? And grad school? Better yet: what is grad school anyway? And then, is it anything like your first few weeks at UCR?! And ah, here’s a really important one: where do you plan on going in San Fran? As in, what do you plan to focus on with women and gender studies? What do you want to write? What do you to want to accomplish?!
It’s crazy, but as the weeks accumulate for me back home in L.A., I can’t help but think of the goals I had in mind when I first returned. I think to myself: what have I missed, and where am I faltering? What can I do more of, and where do I need to take a step back? It’s crazy, but there’s always more either way; the clock is always ticking, and the picture always moving.
I wish you all the best with the rest of your picture. Until next time, please trust that you and your sister have got mad love and support from this fellow Angeleno.