You didn’t know about the great East/West parenting style rivalry? Our family of four landed in Los Angeles earlier this week and I’ve been conducting some in-depth research so you don’t have to! The issues:
To complain about traffic in Los Angeles is as futile as complaining about real estate costs in New York. But I will. When stuck on the 110 my baby predictably decided he could not be strapped down in the car seat for one…more…second. On the plus side, drivers seem to follow traffic regulations here. Huh.
Apparently you’re issued a dog upon arrival in Los Angeles. A walk down the sidewalk in our hosts’ neighborhood was a scene straight outta’ Attica. Dogs wailed behind every wooden, chain or sheet metal gate, with a few spilling out into the street to greet (attack?) us as we strolled. But it wasn’t just the neighborhood where we were staying. A canine family member greeted us at every door we darkened. I couldn’t put my crawling son down for fear of a dingo eating that baby. Record for most dogs in one house – four.*
There are exactly three restaurants in Brooklyn I can take my kids to without getting the stink eye. Luckily they’re all top notch in the food department – but it does get old, those shameful feelings interrupting your otherwise delightful meal. Apparently people like children in LA! Unless the wait staff are all professional actors. Oh, wait.
We’re lucky in Brooklyn that we happen to live in a neighborhood with five parks within a few blocks. We had to hoof a mile to get to the nearest park in the nabe we were in. Of course, most people have their own private parks that they call “the back yard.”
You kind of can’t beat NYC for giving your kids the global experience. In her three and a half years of life my daughter has met people and tried foods that were foreign to me until I was in my 20s. But after a few GPS mishaps I discovered there are in fact many areas in LA where shop signs are in languages other than English and Espanol. Big points for an impressive Korea town, but I’m going to guess New York still has LA beat by the numbers.
We were here less than 24 hours when my daughter received an offer for representation. And yes, we “knew” someone.
*In fairness, one of those dogs was our own NYC export that could no longer fit in our tiny apartment with four humans.