on my way there

So far today, I've spoken to a homeless person about Sean Murphy comics, I walked by what seemed to be an unsettling amount of dried blood on the sidewalk, and an older Mexican woman told me I looked "fresh".  This was all on my 15-minute walk to the grocery store.  Oh, Hollywood. 

Sometimes I catch myself feeling frustrated that I haven't explored more of this city by now. But I started my job this week (just as I ran out of money), and once I get in the groove of working and saving again, I will be able to afford more adventures around town.

Working is making me feel more like a local, even though deep down I still feel like I'm on vacation. I don't know if that will ever go away. I get stopped by people on the street all the time for directions or opinions about places in the city. Everyone here just assumes I have always been here. Maybe a part of me always has.

Even though it's just to the grocery, I really like my walks. I make playlists and dance my way to the store and the subway. And I mean that literally. Even though I can't really dance, Los Angeles doesn't give a shit. Sometimes I think it even dances along with me (I don't mean that literally).

Here's a link to my city-walking playlist.

https://open.spotify.com/user/sophiaradcliff/playlist/31ElSXMNlcnYxlbbP8uxxu

(Spoiler alert)

It's lame like all of my playlists. But there's something kind of romantic about the idea of all of us walking around our respective sidewalks listening to the same thing. Even if it's lame.