Someone recently reminded that I used to have a plan to move to Los Angeles, before I moved to San Francisco. I had forgotten all about that.
I had visited L.A. in the mid 90s. I stayed at the Century Plaza Hotel. I had a corner tower room in the mid 30s and loved it. Being in Los Angeles made me feel like I had found home. Every single night, I would take a long, hot soak in the Roman tube, wrap myself up in a thick terrycloth robe and step out onto the balcony and look at the city lights. Was it the city? Was it California? I don't know. But the second I stepped out of the airport and into the California sun, I knew I was home.
I had planned to transfer to L.A., but my business closed the office in Omaha before I could make that happen. Then San Francisco happened instead. The circumstances were much better for it. The plan was to transfer from San Francisco to Los Angeles in about a year, but I ended up loving San Francisco, so I stayed and wrote the rest off. I see it too. Complete Deja Vu. Here I am in Las Vegas and the plan is to stay for a year, then transfer back to San Francisco. Please don't let me fall in love with Vegas!
After hearing of my friend possibly moving to the L.A. area, I started remembering how much I wanted to do that at one time. I even spent my 30th birthday in L.A.. I checked out Redondo Beach and that was where I wanted to live. Not only did I love the charming beach town feel, but there are street names that are also my parents first names. It's sort of a sign, at least I thought so then. Truth be told, I still think it's a sign.
So, I may have a new plan in the works. Stay in Vegas til next fall, save my money, then transfer to Los Angeles. If I get a car here, which I will because the bus is a hassle, at least I'll need it there too. I could stay in L.A. for a couple of years and make my way back up the coast to San Francisco or who knows where. This is all just a thought for now. But I love the thought of watching the sunset from a California beach.