Faces stand out in the crowd, smiling, dancing, hearts more full than they have ever been before. One night, one moment, never to be relived... and I wasn't there...because I was here.
95% of the time I love calling LA home, I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else in the world (unless it were for a visit). I am so fluent in the language of Los Angeles I now dream in it. I can drive without gps (most of the time), I know where to go and how to get there, I have my people and my favorite places... but every now and again, out of the blue, I will feel the gentle kiss of missing in my chest. This kiss, wells up a beautiful, dark pang of sadness, enveloping my heart and taking me hostage.
You see, I can easily block out the other life, the life I led in Michigan. Not that I forget, never forget, but live without. The city is wonderful yes, but it is the people alone who can settle such an ache beneath my ribs.
They were, are, my people. I feel selfish in voicing my sadness, in allowing my fomo to be so exposed, but you know what, sometimes we need to remember the pain of love and friendship, in order to carry on and begin again.
To my friends back home, I love and miss you always, you are all forever in my heart. To my people in LA, lets build new moments together, smiling and dancing, with our hearts full.