Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know that my relationship with the City of Angels has been a slow burn. I was pretty unenthused when my dad first relocated there, finding the city to be spread out, stressful, grimy and quite frankly charmless upon my first visit.
Then I came back again. And again. And again. And again! (One “again” I still have to blog about, natch.) And each of those trips found me warming to the city a little more than the previous one. I started to find my favorite neighborhoods, enjoy the time in the car with the top down, and realize what an amazing networks of friends I have at my new West Coast HQ.
So for my sixth trip out to see my dad, I cashed in all my chips for a full two weeks stay in Koreatown.
To be honest, I wasn’t originally planning to stay a whole half a month. It had been a long summer, and I was eager to return to Asia. But then my sister announced she’d be in town the weekend after I intended to depart, and my dad suggested another week of family time. While I waffled a bit at first, I’m so glad I finally came to my senses. A week is a drop in the bucket when it comes to my normal routine back in Thailand, but a whole week alone with my dad and a few days with my sister sprinkled in? With the crazy lives we lead, that’s a seriously precious commodity.