A week and a half has now passed since the navigator and I made our triumphant return to the vast concrete jungle where this journey began. So far, so good.
Some of you may have expected the big return to LA to generate a stream of posts berating all the superficial excess that this town is known for, but I find myself feeling surprisingly indifferent about it now. I could probably spin any number of theories as to why this is, but I think the primary reason is that, after having settled into a very comfortable groove over the past couple of years, I am now too preoccupied with enjoying the fruits of the lifestyle to bother worrying too much about how others choose to live.
Don't get me wrong – I still believe that far too many people buy into the idea that traditional homeownership and a lifelong amassing of stuff is the path to happiness. I just don't care anymore about trying to sell anyone on the merits of what I think to be a more sensible path (i.e. living small in general, though not necessarily in an RV).
If I've learned anything about people in my 42 years, it's that the prospect of convincing them to change their minds about anything is more often than not a hopeless cause. That alone is good reason to abandon the thought of selling anyone on this lifestyle (or any lifestyle for that matter), but as I said, the real reason for my indifference is that I simply prefer to enjoy all this freedom and leisure time instead.
So if you were hoping to hear me lambaste all the outward displays of wealth (more likely, debt) that Los Angeles is known for, I'm afraid you're in for a letdown. A few different friends of mine here have actually purchased new houses since my last visit, and despite having dumped huge piles of money into them ever since, they all seem to be universally tickled pink by both the process and results. I'm truly happy for them. Really!