When I told them I was moving to Los Angeles, my friends in Brooklyn would all realize the same thing after a few minutes of talking about it.
"You’ll have to DRIVE everywhere!"
As if it were the most impossible concept in the world. “I like to drive,” I’d say, and I meant it. Sure, I silently dreaded the terrible traffic I was promised, but I put on a brave face. The first rule of leaving New York is that you can’t ever admit that it’s a bad idea.
But what I hadn’t expected was how great it could be to sit in traffic for an hour twice a day. I mean, you can just laugh out loud at a podcast. Sing along to an entire album. Do impressions of the DJs on KCRW. When someone does something rude or even just weird, you can yell about it. To yourself! I do stuff in my car by myself that would merit serious side-eye on the train. Because who cares.
Anyway, I don’t know, this is just to say that having a car is so, so great and I sort of love just being alone in the car for a few hours a day. I went to New York a few weeks ago and riding the subway gave me panicky feelings every time. You have to smell so many people! And, like, not comment on how weird everyone is?! Hahahhahahahaa. Sorry.
Do people still write on Tumblr?