It’s been interesting to witness how much my other fellow SULA students have been adjusting to life in LA. What I’ve noticed, is that for those born and raised in the East Coast–particularly Jersey and NYC–LA might as well be Russia it’s so different. The driving, the weather, the people, they’re all distinctly not New York. For the others that have come from the Midwest or, like myself, the West (shout out to all my Coloradans!), the environment is a little more familiar. It was initially hard for me to adjust to life in Syracuse when I grew up in Denver, a city that is sunny 300 days of the year. In Denver people ooze positivity as if it were their own sweat. East Coasters are notorious for being a bit less welcoming and a bit more determined than their West-Coast counterparts. However, for me, adjusting to life in LA, while sometimes difficult, is mostly a breath of fresh air (well, almost fresh–they weren’t kidding about the smog problem here). The sunniness of both the weather and the people’s dispositions in LA have made me feel more at home than I ever did in Syracuse. Everyone’s hopefulness and optimism for the future is practically contagious; it makes you feel as if you could really become anything you want. I’m sure that if I move out here, a few years would pass and I’d roll my eyes at all the ill-founded optimism and ambition of the majority of LA’s population, but until then, I’m basking in it’s rays.