Re-patterning my steps in Los Angeles
|The sunset, Malibu Beach|
March 13, 2015
I am sitting in my little car, driving around town, when suddenly the world stops, and I get pushed-thrown into this memory that is also accompanied with various emotions. Especially when driving through downtown L.A., past the Don Felix Peruvian restaurant and the old KFC plaza my dad helped build in the early nineties. I remember the walls, the colors, the smells, the people, but most of all I remember my vivid childhood imagination, delivering food on foot to my father's work site, and seeing my cousin Renato ride his bike in the basement parking lot. How big the world seemed, and how I forgot about the bigness of the world when holding hands with my parents or my little sister.
Lately I've been taking to driving around Los Angeles. I am working from home, trying to acclimate back into the rhythm of Los Angeles, and my potential role here as a citizen of a city that used to be my playground. I've been doing long full day drives around South Pasadena, Northridge, San Fernando and San Gabriel Valley, Topanga Canyon, Los Angeles, Malibu, and Glendale. There are more places to drive through and learn about, and more places to re-discover.
Slowly but surely, I know my partner and I will find our place, again.