I feel like there are two Los Angeleses. One that’s filled with close-knit neighborhoods full of loving families, and another where people are self involved, rude, and incredibly aggressive. And in some cases those people are one in the same.
Take for instance my neighborhood. I have wonderful neighbors and great friends. But I was almost hit by a car while crossing the street in a crosswalk the other day and the guy who nearly hit me looked irate that he had to slam on his breaks to avoid killing me. I’m sure he lives in the neighborhood and I’m sure he’s delightful when he’s at a BBQ. But get behind the wheel and an entirely different person emerges.
I also think it’s hard for some people to find their place and that can make people unhappy to be here. LA is full of transplants from all over the U.S. and the world. There are so many neighborhoods and they all have their own distinct personality. I might not feel comfortable in Malibu among the superrich. Or Silver Lake among the superhip. But we seem to have found a nice neighborhood that suits us, with good schools, nearby restaurants and entertainment, and where people look out for each other.
This idea of finding one’s place came to me as I watched the play “Expressing Motherhood.” I loved all of the amazing stories and the talented women who told them, but one story rubbed me the wrong way.
It was by a woman who moved her family from Los Angeles to North Carolina to find a nice place where she could raise her children. After years of living in L.A, she never really found the sense of community that she found so readily in North Carolina . But I wonder if she really looked.
I’m thrilled with the friends and community we’ve found in the five years since we moved to L.A. I never could have assembled such an amazing support system and such great friends if I hadn’t joined a moms club. Not being a joiner, signing up was very difficult for me, but I did it and I’m so grateful.
I wonder if that woman is one of the people who voted in the Travel and Leisure poll. I wonder if she didn’t take the time to look beyond the jerks that sometimes populate the road, or the rude person who cuts in line in front of you in a restaurant.
I would never say there are no rude people in Los Angeles,and in fact it definitely has more than its fair share. However, among millions of people if you look you can find the community you’re looking for.
This is an original post for MomsLA, a Community of the Top Mom Bloggers in Los Angeles. Yvonne Condes is the Editor and a co-Founder.