scanning westside lofts/ condos/ bungalows on craigslist with the faintest glimmer of hope that i’ll be moving back… my heart hurts. i miss los angeles more than i ever thought possible. torn between the city that challenges me to make it and the city that makes me really and truly happy.
not sure why, but this song takes me back to the city of angels every time i hear it. my final weeks at ‘home’, unaware that i’d actually be leaving for good. the last drives down PCH with my sunroof open and Miguel’s cd on blast… singing on the top of my lungs to every track. the 10k runs down the strand through santa monica, venice and towards marina del “ray”. it reminds me of all the friends who became family, shopping sprees, rooftop brunches, bus rides, bottle service nights, road trips, photoshoots, movie premieres, art shows, bbqs, casa torena… the memories that shaped me over the last 4 years.
fuck. i rarely admit it but i miss los angeles like a mother fucker. every day i force myself to keep fighting & create a life for myself in new york. if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere… right?
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