A Life in Two Cities
In the summer of 2008, I finally decided that I had had enough of living in Los Angeles. The time had come for me to return to my native New England. However, instead of longing for the banks of the Merrimack River and the sandy beaches of my childhood in Massachusetts, I longed for the lure of the rocky, rugged coast of Maine. When the opportunity arose to move to that rugged Maine coast in Eastport, I was ready to make that leap with my nineteen-year-old daughter.
The irony did not escape me that we would be moving from one coastal corner of America to another. From the southwest to the northeast, or should I say, Down East, as Eastport, Maine is the easternmost city in Maine’s Down East region and the United States. This move from one city to another was not a mere cross-country relocation from one expansive city to another. Oh no, every aspect of Eastport was polar opposite from Los Angeles and I could not have chosen a more perfect place to detox our spirits after living in L.A. for nearly twenty years.
What can I say about Los Angeles that is redeeming? I look back on that time in my life, when I first moved there, against my will, with my daughter and her father, and I recognize that I was set up from the beginning not to like it there. As I played out the stacked deck of cards that the universe had dealt me during my early years in Los Angeles, including the suicide of my daughter’s father, I began to settle in and make a home there for the two of us. Indeed, as the initial culture shock wore off after the move from small town Massachusetts to the big California city, I found that Los Angeles did have plenty to be desired.
Los Angeles is an extended city with many smaller cities within. It is a sprawling landscape of intersecting streets and freeways, and buildings varied in heights from one-story to skyscrapers that ascend up on the city blocks like copses of trees, from the ocean to the mountains and throughout the flat expanse of the San Fernando Valley. Palm trees swayed in the breeze and the scent of citrus blossom often lingered in the air. One could not help but marvel at the nighttime panorama from the top of the Sepulveda Pass with its vast array of city lights on both sides of the pass.
A mecca of cultures and lifestyles spilled across the city as though from a harvest basket, Los Angeles brimmed with bounty in so many aspects. Rich with amenities such as shopping, theaters, and restaurants L.A. provided the opportunity to run errands and find entertainment any time of the day or night that you sought it, seven days a week. With TV, film and music the mainstay of the Los Angeles economy, there was always a wealth of entertainment, from nightclubs, to concerts, to movies to be enjoyed. Ethnic food abounded in Los Angeles; there was no lack of great restaurants to choose from or to simply be inspired by, when cooking at home. Shopping was everywhere around us, with multiple choices of grocers, pharmacies and department stores. Produce was bountiful in Los Angeles, with year round Farmer’s Markets to be found each day somewhere in the city if you were willing to take a quick twenty-minute drive. It is said in Los Angeles that you can get anywhere you need or want to go in the city or the valley within twenty minutes.
Every day, every moment there was sound and music everywhere in Los Angeles. Music was in the streets, from street performers to loud radio’s blaring from the cars rushing by, mingling and merging with the sounds of voices, busy streets, freeways, sirens, helicopters, airplanes, all constantly creating a cacophony of sound effects that played 24/7. The sounds of a busy city teeming with a diverse population.
Los Angeles is a creative nucleus that is bursting with film, music and creative arts power players and thousands of hungry, aspiring artists longing to be discovered in the City of Angels. People watching abounded from the rich and famous, to the homeless that camped on the sides of freeway bridges, in parks, or wherever they could find. In fact, people come from all over the country and world to live in L.A.; everyone in Los Angeles comes from somewhere else. So vast was the city of Los Angeles that you could rarely walk down the street and meet someone who you knew. Los Angeles was a cold place in that regard, strangers who passed by were always in a hurry to get somewhere, because there was so much to do. There was also a harshness to the city that caused its millions of inhabitants to keep their doors locked 24/7 and be mindful of crime all the time. So many people, so much crime, it was a given of the societal make up of a large city like Los Angeles.
As the years living there wore on, I found myself longing to return to small town life. I missed the quiet of the night. I missed living near the ocean. I longed to live amongst nature in a location where I could see land and sea and not a concrete skyline of high-rise buildings. My longing came to fruition when my niece in Eastport told me that she and her husband had recently bought the duplex across the street. That duplex became our ticket to a new, quieter life where nature abounded and the sun rose over the ocean each morning.
My daughter and I packed what we could fit into a 6’ by 12’ U-Haul trailer and we embarked on what became affectionately known as my “Grand Mid Life Crisis Adventure.” That adventure would lead us across the United States to the “end of the middle of freaking nowhere,” as my daughter would come to say. Seven days on the road, with a lot of hard driving, we finally arrived in Eastport via the most convoluted directions for driving through Down East Maine, comprehending that there truly are areas of Maine that do exemplify that “you can’t there from here” saying that Maine is famous for.
Eastport is a cropping of five small islands connected to the mainland of coastal Maine by a seven-mile causeway through the tidal waters of rock, mud, sand, pines and birch trees. My first trip across the causeway breathed new life into my city-wearied soul. The perfection of the late October day shimmered on the landscape in a photographic exhibit of color, texture and light. “Oh, I could lose myself here” I said as we drove along the causeway. Gone were the skyscrapers, they had been replaced with towering pine trees that provided a year round, lush verdant contrast to the constantly changing skies and seasonal landscapes of the region. Gone were the city lights at night, they were traded for more stars in the night sky than we had seen in two decades.
Everything that was abundant in Los Angeles in terms of shopping, entertainment, restaurants, Eastport lacked. With a year round population of 1500 residents, 3,000 in the summer, Eastport blossomed in the summer months and went to bed in the winter. Arriving in mid-fall, we watched the small shops and art galleries in downtown Eastport close up for winter. Social gatherings with aged hippies and artists were like a throwback to 1970’s parties and those get-togethers were the main source of entertainment with the lack of theaters and live entertainment in town. We grew accustomed to getting everything we needed at the small IGA, which woefully lacked in offerings of fresh produce and our favorite ethnic varieties of foods. Whatever we could not get at the little grocer in town, off we would drive for thirty to forty minutes to Calais, Maine on the Canadian border. Calais had the closest pharmacy, a supermarket and the nearest department store of sorts, Wal-Mart. Eastport had little to offer in the way of restaurants or entertainment, a meager handful of restaurants and a community theater, as opposed to the lavish choices of Los Angeles. We heard there had been a Mexican restaurant in town once, but that was gone. The convenient, open 24/7 existence we were familiar with in Los Angeles was nowhere to be found.
By contrast, to the constant 24/7, commotion of the extensive, accessible city of Los Angeles there was no constant din of reverberations in the sparsely populated, isolated city of Eastport. There were no freeways, no sirens, and no helicopters or airplanes inhabiting the auditory airwaves of the sleepy little seaport. There was perfect peace and quiet, away from the noise of teeming life. The cacophonous music of the metropolis was gone and in its place, there was bird song every day.
Like Los Angeles, Eastport too had a creative core that attracted artists, sculptors and painters, a few worn out power players, and occasionally a celebrity or two summered there. Indeed, the city of Eastport boasted that it had the highest percentage of artists living among its populace. Those artists arrived in Eastport from various parts of the country, exactly as people arrive in Los Angeles. Less tolerant and open minded than Angelenos, lifelong residents of Eastport always conveyed that those who had transplanted there from somewhere else were all from “away.” Yet, regardless of the local’s delineation of those who were from “there” and those who were from “away,” you could never walk or drive down the street without getting a wave from everyone who was passing by. Eastport’s form of people watching included just acknowledging everyone they came in contact with. Eastport was the epitome of Down Maine in that way, warm and friendly. Thankfully, as Los Angeles was teeming with daily crime, we found the sleepy little city of Eastport to be virtually crime free.
Life changed and got less complicated when there was nowhere to rush off too. The daily trip to IGA was the way to catch up on the news about town and run into new friends. Walking downtown each morning to the breakwater, where the fishing boats docked year-round, was a way of life, no matter what the season. In addition, nature was ever present daily, from bald eagles soaring overhead to fox and a large herd of deer that roamed the islands. We had been thrust into a pure sense of societal and environmental upset, so different was the context of life in Eastport from Los Angeles.
In time, we let the discordant music of the city of Los Angeles leave our souls, and we let the inaudible sound of inner peace that resonated in Eastport in to permeate our spirits with the timeless atmosphere of dwelling there. The toxicity of the 24/7 world left our city weary souls for the subtle, unhurried lifestyle of the Eastern Most City in the United States. We found quiet communion there in Eastport.
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Compare two things essay
How to start an essay on comparing two things
A comparison essay explores the similarities and differences that exist between two or more items, people, personalities, or places. To effectively compare two things, one needs first to identify the subject within which each of the two elements lies. For instance, one may be asked to write an essay comparing two cities in different parts of the world. It is vital that the countries within which each city lies be first recognized. Next, the writer has to determine whether or not adequate features or aspects exist to compare the two things. At least three points or areas of comparison must be identified for each side. A comparison essay will be more than one page hence if the writer cannot identify at least three key points that make the two things similar or different, he or she will hardly come up with a stellar paper. Putting down the thesis statement in the last part of the introduction to illustrate the paper’s principal objective can be a good start to writing a comparison essay.
How to write body paragraphs
The body paragraphs will delve into describing the similarities and differences between the two things, in detail. The first paragraph will examine at least three major points of similarity between the two items, people or places. This can be in respect of the first outstanding key characteristic. For instance, when comparing two leaders who ruled in different time periods such as Presidents J.F. Kennedy and Barack Obama, the points of similarity in the different time periods within which each ruled the U.S, such as both were preceded by Republicans, will be highlighted in the first paragraph. Additionally, it is expected that the age at which each of them became president, their family backgrounds, educational achievements, ideologies, and their charisma will be pointed out. For places, the writer has to mention the origin, administrators, major features such as the key cultural or traditional aspects associated with those places, among other crucial areas of similarity.
The second paragraph will be a deeper analysis of further similarities. If the author is for instance, focusing on points of similarity between the works of two poets, he or she will now at this point spot other less discussed but important similarities between the two pieces of work. While the first paragraph brings out the glaring similarities between the two items or people, the second paragraph merely elaborates on more features. To some extent, the second paragraph can also serve to analyze the characteristics mentioned in the first paragraph. For instance, looking at the similarities between Presidents J.F. Kennedy and Barack Obama, the writer would analyze the similarities in the policies that each president’s administration pursued.
The third paragraph will highlight the differences or points of contrast between the two items, places, or people. The author has to list at least three major differences. He or she can do this by stating the first point of differentiation on one side and then contrasting it with the other side, along the same line. For instance, when comparing the works of two poets, the writer can outline the different periods within which each poet lived, and stating that “while poet X lived during the Reaganomics days and wrote from the perspectives of those times, poet Y’s work emerged and gained fame during the early days of the Obama era.” A point raised on one side has to be met by another contrasting point relating to the opposite side/thing.
The fourth paragraph will be a brief analysis of the differences pointed out in the previous paragraph. The contrasting points have to be made clear such that the reader can get to clearly understand the deeper differences that exist between the two things. As the analysis will go into detail, the writer can choose to focus on two areas to contrast in this paragraph.
All sources accessed and used throughout the body of the essay must be cited appropriately.
How to conclude an essay on comparing two things
A valid conclusion will briefly restate the main similarities and differences identified in the body of the essay. The writer can choose to summarize two similarities and two differences and then tie them together in a single sentence.
Topics for Comparing Two Things
Possible topics for an essay on comparing two things are highlighted below:
- Barack Obama and John F. Kennedy
- Radio and Television advertising
- Extraverted and Introverted people
- Snapchat and Instagram
- Twitter and Facebook
- Russian politics and American politics
- The 1940s and 1980s
- The two World Wars
- A. Hitler and J. Stalin
- Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston
Introduction – which two things are being compared and contrasted?
Body – three major points of comparison.
- Analysis of two points of comparison
- Three major points of contrast/differences
- Analysis of two points of contrast
Conclusion – restatement of major differences and similarities.