{"id":283,"date":"2009-11-10T10:40:46","date_gmt":"2009-11-10T18:40:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lisabrounstein.com\/blog\/?p=283"},"modified":"2009-11-10T10:40:46","modified_gmt":"2009-11-10T18:40:46","slug":"life-in-los-angeles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/?p=283","title":{"rendered":"Life in Los Angeles"},"content":{"rendered":"

I miss Amsterdam. \u00a0 Of course, being there wasn’t reality. \u00a0 At least it wasn’t my reality. \u00a0 While I like to say I immersed myself in the lifestyle rather than being a tourist, it wasn’t my life. \u00a0 It wasn’t my daily life. \u00a0 It still was vacation. \u00a0 Sure I did laundry there and I went to the grocery store. \u00a0 We cooked and cleaned. \u00a0 But I was living out of a suitcase. \u00a0 I went to bed at 3a most nights and slept in. \u00a0 I didn’t have to worry about opening mail and paying bills. \u00a0 My cell phone didn’t work there so I didn’t have phone calls to deal with. \u00a0 Sure, I checked my messages (and noticed yesterday, nearly a week after I had come home, I had missed some of them) and I checked my emails. \u00a0 It wasn’t reality.<\/p>\n

\"chateau\"Since being home I have forced myself to walk nearly everyday. \u00a0 As I have said, it isn’t the same. \u00a0 And, I don’t want to be down on LA. \u00a0 This is my home. \u00a0 I choose to be here for my career as an actor and a writer. \u00a0 I do love a lot of things about Los Angeles. \u00a0 I am looking for the beauty in my surroundings. \u00a0 Does that sound airy fairy? \u00a0 Maybe it’s the feeling that life is short that has stuck with me since my trip. \u00a0 I feel different. \u00a0 I feel like my outlook is different; more positive. \u00a0 Not in a delusional “positive thinking” kind of way. \u00a0 I feel more like “this is it!” \u00a0 This is the life I get to live. \u00a0 I feel more appreciative of what I have and feel fortunate for everything.<\/p>\n

\"jonI went to the dentist yesterday. \u00a0 I am not keen on having my mouth worked on. \u00a0 I have become a much better patient over the years. \u00a0 There was a time when I would need gas just for a cleaning. \u00a0 Oral hygiene is really important to me. \u00a0 I am not sure if it is my fear of needing dental work that has me brush and floss daily. Whatever the cause I am diligent about it. \u00a0 When I moved here years ago a good friend recommended my dentist. \u00a0 Sure he is a bit more expensive than if I went to a dentist in the valley but it is worth every penny. \u00a0 As they say, you get what you pay for. \u00a0 (His name is Jonathan Engel. \u00a0 If you go, tell him I sent you.) Yesterday’s appointment was for preventative care. \u00a0 He called it micro dentistry. \u00a0 As long as I get to keep my teeth and have healthy gums for the rest of my life, bring it on.<\/p>\n

I have had this vision in my head of a cute outfit. \u00a0 Yesterday morning, I put it on before I raced out the door to the dentist. \u00a0 As I walked down the street from the parking structure to his office I felt more and more uncomfortable. \u00a0 The outfit didn’t translate from my brain to the real world. \u00a0 It was much cuter in my head than it was on my body. \u00a0 The shirt is just too big. \u00a0 The pants looked odd with my boots. \u00a0 My feet looked enormous. \u00a0 As I walked the shirt hugged my ass. \u00a0 I could picture myself in the back of Glamour magazine as a “Fashion DON’T” with a black bar covering my eyes (as if that would disguise my identity.) I had errands to run but HAD to come home and change before I ran them. \u00a0 I was thrilled to put on my chocolate brown T. \u00a0 Somehow, just changing the shirt made the pants better. \u00a0 With the change I was able to tolerate my big feet too. \u00a0 Since I was home, I thought it shouldn’t be a total loss, so I poured myself the last of the French Pressed coffee I had made earlier. \u00a0 As I walked through our small apartment I managed to pour the entire cup of coffee down the front of my shirt. \u00a0 In the moment of disbelief, as the coffee dripped off my shirt and onto the floor, I stood there stunned. After putting my shirt in the wash (it was a good impetus to do some laundry) and cleaned the floor, I put on my third outfit of the day…without the giant boots.<\/p>\n

\"birdToday is another day. \u00a0 I walked this morning. \u00a0 I drank coffee without spilling it. \u00a0 I had some of the Gouda cheese I brought back with some dark bread. \u00a0 I have been on line. \u00a0 I have errands to run and phone calls to make. \u00a0 (My dentist’s office called to check on me. \u00a0 They are so great!) I have some writing to do. \u00a0 I am going to be a good wife and cook a nice dinner so it will be done when my husband gets home. Then tomorrow will be another day…funny, how that works. \u00a0 I am still unsure as to what is next. \u00a0 They say this is a good place to be. \u00a0 When you don’t know you can take the opportunity to be creative. \u00a0 This is defnitely an opportunity. \u00a0 My mind has been very busy since I have been back and I want to get my thoughts out and see what comes of them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I miss Amsterdam. \u00a0 Of course, being there wasn’t reality. \u00a0 At least it wasn’t my reality. \u00a0 While I like to say I immersed myself in the lifestyle rather than being a tourist, it wasn’t my life. \u00a0 It wasn’t my daily life. \u00a0 It still was vacation. \u00a0 Sure I did laundry there… Continue reading Life in Los Angeles<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-283","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-in-los-angeles","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/283","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=283"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/283\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=283"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=283"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=283"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}