Tourist In My Own Town

My dromomania does not go away when I'm home, it's still there.  So I have to find a way to calm it down enough so I am not booking a ticket every five minutes.  One of the ways I learned to keep it under control is to travel in my own city. Millions of tourists come to Los Angeles every year to strut the Walk of Fame, to dip their toes in the Pacific Ocean in Santa Monica and to hop on an embarrassing bus to visit the stars homes. Why can't I treat this city like a tourist?

Lately I have done just that.  I've visited the LA Arboreteum and walked the paths through "Africa" and "Australia" and gazed at a pitcher plant in the hothouse that I saw in nature on my trip to Sarawak.  I went to the Peace Awareness Labyrinth and Gardens and immersed myself in an Asian inspired garden paradise right next to bustling downtown.  Sometimes I hit up Koreatown and walk in a restaurant and try to figure out what exactly I can order from the Korean language menu.  It takes me back to when I was traveling around South Korea smiling my arse off trying to find someone that could order a tofu hotpot for me! Spicy, please!

There are many ways you can be a tourist in your own city.  Check out little known museums or find a locally owned market and get some lunch items then find yourself a new park and have your own little picnic! You don't have to coerce a friend into doing this with you either.  Go alone, meet someone new and ask them what their favorite place is, then go there next!

This week I might chase down a new food truck (they are LEGEND here) or check out an art gallery.  Maybe I'll pick a direction and drive for an hour and see what I find.  I need to be on the move, it's part of my addiction.  I have sacrificed relationships and found myself in debt over this mania.  Sometimes the urge to travel is overwhelming and nothing but a plane ticket will do, but when I CAN manage it, I find this stills the palpitations and holds me over for another couple weeks or so.

Happy travels!