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What am I doing in Eastlake?
Ms. Salaam, Having been raised in Chula Vista, I know the "blah" that you feel. I have also lived in a big city (Chicago to be exact) that is a smorgasbord of culture. The little pockets of "Little Italy," "Greektown," or "South Side" don't exist here. But that's exactly why you are here, is it not? Wrapped tightly within that mish mash of subculture is also the hard splits of "me versus you". The rigid edges that people have when in super-rich-with-culture places foster blatant difference, a push to run the rat race with more force so as to stand among the elite of the incredibly crowded subways. There is no divide like that here. We all kind of become that whole "melting pot" of life. You know, where you can be standing next to a prominent lawyer or doctor but you wouldn't know it because they will be in their workout clothes. Where the professionals, blue collar and such peel that hat off and become mom or dad. It's okay here, a little bland but no one whose never left would know or care because it is completely insignificant here. And THAT is the beauty of it. Unless you like wearing makeup to the gym.— July 31, 2013 10:20 p.m.