• Megan Glenn

Los Angeles: Home Is Where The Hustle Is

LA feels like home to me.

I grew up in a city that felt more like a small town. A place where some people from high school never left. Not physically or mentally. Some are still there raising their families, dating the same washed up people, going to the same boring mall, hittin’ the same broke down clubs we hoped to get into back in the day. It never felt like home to me. It felt like a trap. And the proverbial “cheese” was the comfort that comes with familiarity. I never needed that.

Change is good. For me, change is needed. Maybe that’s why marrying into the military didn’t seem so bad once I settled into it. You never knew where you’d end up. But when the excitement of that waned, I realized that it was adventure and independence that I craved, not simply the unknown. When you marry into the military, you are fully dependent and reliant on their discretion. There is no adventure or independence in that, but it definitely becomes familiar. I’m an enneagram 7 (look it up). I couldn’t exist in that world long-term.

Los Angeles. A place where (depending how you manage your money and your expectations) opportunity awaits. Here, tenacity and drive rule the world. Even talent takes a backseat to someone’s ability to network. That excites me. It terrifies me, but it also excites me.

A friend and I were chatting about this yesterday. About home. She shared the sentiment that many people have about the idea of home. They believe that home is “where the heart is,” where their family and friends are, where life is comforting and familiar, where you can be yourself, where people know you and love you. I don’t disagree with those notions. When I visit my parents, I call it home. I love being transported back to younger, easier days. But home home, for me, is where I can be who I am now. Where the sounds outside my window, match the rushing thoughts in my head. Where coffee shops play the music I love and the barista says “Your usual?” Where I have access to multiple cultures, from the people I meet to the food I eat to the museums that I can get into for free. Where I can go out and run into 10 people I know or no one at all. Home is struggle and love and adventure and hope and success and aspiration, inspiration, opportunity, mobility, defeat, loneliness, openness, so many things.

Home is LA.


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