Tonight, I’m missing LA already. I came back to SoCal earlier this year absolutely dreading everything about its disgusting SoCal-ness. But somehow, I’ve adapted to the quiet calmness of this city & almost crave it. Unexpectedly, despite what I’ve insisted, I’ve fallen in *like* & might actually miss this city as much I’ve claimed to have missed the other.
What is this blasphemy?!
Maybe wherever I go, I’ll always find something to miss, a reason to miss. And maybe that’s why I’m already missing everything so much.
