So I left my chef gig. I drive for Lyft. And right now, it’s what I need.
You don’t know a city you live in until you really explore it. I’ve seen corners of this city in one week that I didn’t even know existed. I, naturally, have taken notes on all the restaurants I’ve dropped people at, taco stands drunks swear by, and bars I will never go to (who waits in line for beer?!). I’ve spent time with people I have missed. Taken drives I’ve longed for. Seen the sun set on the city I love and hate and cherish. I painted my nails. I slept. A lot. And I feel better.
Your absence made me realize that the kitchen isn’t where I wanted my time to go. I told you that a few weeks back. My passion is people- who they are, what they do, where they go. People, and their views on food and culture are what draw me in. Human stories, the small time I share with people while I get them where they need to go, make driving worth it. Shitty traffic means nothing if I take a night shift nurse to her first drink date with her girlfriend in months. Taking a psychologist to get fitted for a wedding tux make it worth while. Taking an artist stricken by a stroke and unable to draw to an art supplies store make it worth it. Getting a tourist to their hotel, while gushing about how nice people in LA really are… this is why driving makes me happy.
I don’t know what is next. But right now, I will take solace in helping LA people enjoy LA. It’s not perfect, but nothing is. I’m sure I’ll have more to talk about later, but this week, I’m just along for the ride.