Los Angeles is a city where people go because they believe anything is possible there. The embodiment of the ‘American Dream’. A land of ambition and success.
For a city to have such qualities is, I think, quite rare and beautiful. Perhaps that’s why so many flock there each year to pursue dreams that, if left in the mind for too long, fizzle out via disappointment or conformity to a system that provides a comfortable life.
Since being a teenager, I always dreamed of going to LA. The whole idea gave me an inner thrill. For me, LA was a place of luxury. A different life that could be experienced by anyone. It also made me feel more ‘adult’ - imagining that one day I could be travelling between London, New York and Los Angeles for my job. Something about it made me feel like that would define personal success.
Fast forward ten years and my wife and I were waiting in line at Heathrow airport on an otherwise very average January afternoon to board our flight to LA for the first time. I was beyond excited, ready to finally experience the place I had fantasized about for the past decade.