Bing. You Got Mail. Potential Grand Prize Winner? It has to be a hoax. There I was sitting in front of a computer that told me, my screen play had been selected and I had won a trip to Los Angeles. Me? Out of thousands of applicants, me?
There I stood, trembling. Never before had I seen a plane this close, never before had I entered one with the intent of riding for hours to reach a new, unknown land. Terror shot through my veins like a bullet through the air. I regained my composure and was able to finally relax. It wasn’t that bad. It was far easier, and much more beautiful than a car ride. My little 8 mega-pixel camera never left my hand or the window that revealed the patchwork of land below me.
“Please Fasten Your Seatbelts, We are Preparing for Landing.” Those words gave me the excitement of a two-year-old in ball pit for the first time. I was never more anxious to walk around in my life. The first step off of the plane was like the first step on the moon, one small step in the time of man, but it was giant leap into the unknown for me.
The gentle breeze caressed my skin, the gleaming sun awakened my body to this wondrous city, and the sea air tickled my nose. I had always picture California as this surreal beach atmosphere with bronze people roaming and complete serenity. My idea, was far from correct.
It was surreal, that’s the only part I got right. California was the place where anyone could be anything without a second glance. Nothing was considered weird or out of the ordinary, not even the man dressed as a vampire who roamed the street or the construction worker with a rose in his hand serenading the passerby’s. It was like I was in the middle of some crazy movie scene, and it enthralled me.
I fell head over heels in love with this city that kept me on my toes and made me feel like I could do anything, wear anything, act anyway I pleased and be accepted for who I was. Each passing moment something new caught my attention that made me ponder more than last, whether it was a break dancing cross guard or a man in maroon fur coat. I was infatuated. Every step was like a brand new adventure in some fairy tale. I couldn’t expect anything except the unexpected.
It was like an escape from reality, a Wonderland of sorts. On the depressing plane ride home, the elderly lady to my right said, “I see you’ve made your first trip to California.” I asked how she knew. She replied, “I can always tell when someone has see The Land of Fruits and Nuts for the first time, you have that excitement in your eyes.”
And that I did.
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