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The LA Edit: First Impressions

Landing in LA

I was initially going to write this blog post up in two parts – the first, a bereft goodbye to Bondi; the place I call home; the second, an observation of my first impressions of living in LA. However, while on a four-hour stopover in Auckland en route to the US – the place I had planned on penning my tearful farewell to Sydney – I was commissioned some paid freelance writing, and subsequently, said post was delayed somewhat.

Alas, my arrival at LAX was far from smooth sailing. Prior to take off my Melbournian friend Val, who I met many moons ago one stifling hot summer in Santorini, had text me warning me that immigration officers aren’t unknown to give visitors a grilling upon landing in LA. Given that my visit is purely for pleasure – that it is in fact simply a means to an end – the end goal being permanent residency in Australia, I quickly abated any concerns she had for me. Little did I know what was to come.

Hollywood’s famous palm trees

Following almost twenty-four hours of travel on a humdinger of a hangover that crossed two different time zones, I touched down in the states sufficiently tired and rather bleary eyed. After scanning my passport I was directed to a short queue that led to three different desks, with immigration officers ready and waiting for their next piece of bait. On approaching said desk, my confidence that I wouldn’t face any trouble passing through immigration at this point started to dwindle. It was when I was asked how long I would be staying in the states – just shy of three months – that things started to go awry. Despite explaining that I had a return ticket, that my accommodation was booked and paid for; that we had travel insurance; that I would be living with my boyfriend who had just competed in a dance competition in Arizona, that I would be doing yoga teacher training; that no, I had no plans to work while in LA; indeed, despite the fact that the visa I was on was for a full ninety days (my time in LA comes to 80), the grilling continued. I was soon taken aside and told to wait for someone to come and collect me. Having already text my boyfriend to let him know I had landed, I took my phone out of my bag to call him and update him on the situation, only to be barked at that no phones were allowed, and should I be seen with it again, it would be confiscated.

I was eventually escorted into a sparse and sallow room with plastic chairs and felt-tip drawn posters reiterating said phone ban. A smattering of people occupied the seats, and an armed officer patrolled the room, ensuring that phones weren’t being used; that luggage wasn’t being left on walkways. I had to ask before using the loo, and was subsequently searched before being able to do so. Four long hours passed in the waiting room, in which someone was dragged passed me in handcuffs; she was tall and overbearing, rolls of fat spilling over her jeans. Another man – who was called up before me – was asked how many times he’d been in jail; another was grilled as it became evident that him and his pregnant wife – who had arrived the previous day – had travelled to the US from Eastern Europe so his wife could give birth to a future American citizen.

Suffice it to say the experience was a harrowing one, and the inner workings of my mind went in to overdrive as I contemplated every possible outcome. When I was eventually called to speak to an immigration officer, we went over the same discussion I had had with the previous one, and thankfully – due to the fact that my yoga teacher training had been booked and paid for – my passport was stamped and I was granted entry; not that I was entirely sure I wanted it at this point.

Outside our new home in North Hollywood

The drive to our new apartment took place at dusk; the smog of the city rising above the freeway; the sky big and expansive, a smudge of purple on the horizon. After a fitful night’s sleep my boyfriend and I went out to explore our new neighbourhood the following day.  Hollywood – a place so synonymous with glitz and glamour; with the rich and the beautiful – is anything but. While parts of LA – the famous Rodeo Drive and affluent suburb of Beverly Hills – seep from the streets’ very pores, LA as a whole; or certainly what I’ve seen of it, is a place of smoke and mirrors and shattered dreams. Homeless people line the streets, their belongings in bags that are bursting and broken. The heart and the hustle of the aspiring actors, the would-be singers that migrate to LA awash with ambition and aspirations are evident on every corner your turn, every cafe you visit.

Taco Tuesdays at our local Mexican

The beauty of Bondi is a stark contrast to Hollywood’s so called bright lights. I’m slowly adjusting to the noisy highways, the wide roads, the soot and the smog. In moving to LA I’ve done the unthinkable and burst the Bondi bubble I was very much a part of; one where everything is simple and safe and scenic and serene. Whether I’ll learn to love LA’s grit I’m yet to discover, but if the point of travel; indeed if the point of life is to experience things anew, to live outside of one’s comfort zones and to broaden one’s horizons, I have a feeling that LA will do exactly that.

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18 Comments

  1. Posted 25th August 2017 at 3:08 am | Permalink

    Poor Lucy. Welcome to Trump’s America. I hope things improve greatly from now on; you certainly haven’t had the best start. I shudder to think about what might have happened if you hadn’t been white and English speaking, and if things hadn’t been prepaid, including your return ticket. Bondi and Australia will welcome you back with open arms.

    • Lucy
      Posted 25th August 2017 at 8:48 pm | Permalink

      As do I! Here’s hoping it’s slightly more smooth sailing coming back to Oz and that the defacto application isn’t too painful xx

  2. Annelise
    Posted 25th August 2017 at 1:09 pm | Permalink

    My cousin just got back from a few weeks in the States and said LA was scary as hell. She didn’t like it all that much at all. It’s funny because all we see is glitz and glamour and gorgeous beaches. Hopefully your time improves and you find the good parts 😉

    • Lucy
      Posted 25th August 2017 at 8:45 pm | Permalink

      Thanks for stopping by Annelise! It’s definitely very different to how it’s depicted in the movies – there are certainly affluent areas but the bulk of the city is a total contrast. I’m hoping to get out for some hikes and visit the beach once a week to get away from the crazy xx

  3. Posted 3rd September 2017 at 12:37 am | Permalink

    I can relate to your experiences. I am living closer to San Francisco for last one year after spending six beautiful years in Switzerland. I completely agree with your last sentence. I am too learning to live and thrive out of my comfort zone.

  4. Posted 3rd September 2017 at 1:05 am | Permalink

    I’m a lifelong California resident, and I just cannot get myself to enjoy LA. I always find it interesting when I travel and foreigners tell me how they dream of visiting LA, and I have to sadly try and explain what the reality of it is. I hope you are able to enjoy your time there! Come visit San Francisco, my favorite California city! But I’m biased 🙂

    • Lucy
      Posted 13th September 2017 at 7:06 pm | Permalink

      I adore San Fran – I’m definitely hoping to visit while I’m in the states xx

  5. Posted 3rd September 2017 at 10:09 am | Permalink

    Oh gosh what a horrible start 🙁 I almost got pulled out for questioning when I visited this time last year — almost for the opposite reasons to you, though! It was apparently super suspicious that I was visiting just for 3 days (I wanted to go to Universal Studios) after spending 5 months in South & Central America. It was specifically Mexico & Colombia they had a problem with. Apparently I look like a drug smuggler?
    I really hope you end up enjoying your time out there! 3 months in LA is such a once in a lifetime opportunity!

    • Lucy
      Posted 13th September 2017 at 7:07 pm | Permalink

      Well it seems you really can’t win – suspicious if it’s three months; suspicious if it’s three days!

  6. Kelly
    Posted 3rd September 2017 at 12:21 pm | Permalink

    That is rediculous. I myself am so over the US and all their rediculous policies. Same thing happened to my boss. And they are so nasty! Have a lovely time in LA though!! I have never been myself!!

    • Lucy
      Posted 13th September 2017 at 7:05 pm | Permalink

      Ugh, glad I’m not the only one. Twas a total nightmare! xx

  7. Posted 3rd September 2017 at 4:17 pm | Permalink

    You had me at the word humdinger … you don’t hear colorful language like that much anymore and I love it! 🙂

    • Lucy
      Posted 13th September 2017 at 7:05 pm | Permalink

      Haha thanks – it’s not a word I frequently use but it seemed appropriate in this instance! xx

  8. Posted 3rd September 2017 at 5:13 pm | Permalink

    I’m so sorry you had so much trouble in Immigration! What a nightmare, especially when everything is in order.

    I warn you- LA is a weird place. Some of it is wonderful, some of it is clearly not wonderful, and the people are a total mishmosh. There’s a lot of fakery and also an incredible acro/dance scene.

    It is, however, a great place to visit. Enjoy!

    • Lucy
      Posted 13th September 2017 at 7:07 pm | Permalink

      It’s definitely weird and wonderful! Let me know if you have any suggestions of where to visit while I’m here xx

  9. Posted 3rd September 2017 at 9:07 pm | Permalink

    Really sorry to hear you had such an awful experience coming into the US. I sometimes forget how differently famous parts of the US are depicted abroad. I’m sure it was a huge shock to see what LA is actually like. It sucks your start in LA and the US has been pretty rough. I hope you can find some neat things within the city and make it out to some beautiful nature on the weekends. If you’re looking for any suggestions, I love the coastal towns and beaches between LA and San Diego. I usually make sure to camp on a bluff overlooking the ocean at South Carlsbad State Beach and hike around in the Torrey Pines Reserve. Joshua Tree National Park is also a great place!

    • Lucy
      Posted 13th September 2017 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

      Thanks Erin – I’m definitely keen to go to Joshua Tree and will check out South Carlsbad State Beach for sure xx

  10. Posted 4th September 2017 at 3:07 am | Permalink

    Oh girl, hang in there! So sorry about your nasty immigration experience- it happens to the best of us and LAX is notoriously a not-so-fun place to be to begin with.
    You definitely captured the spirit of the LA/Hollywood area – the devastation hidden behind the facade of fame and lights. It’s weird to experience for the first time, and frustrating that few people actually acknowledge it.
    It’s a crazy place to live, I was way up north in a tiny area no one’s heard of, so it was kinda away from most of the insanity. All I can say is embrace the chaos and try to make the most of it! Now that I’ve left, I miss certain things about LA. Praying you have a smooth transition <3

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