All of this travel, all of this being away, has made me think about where my heart is, and where it belongs.
In work, in life, in love, and happiness.
This thought stemmed from a feeling of longing. Two days of being in Denver and I long for LA (trust me, I was just as shocked as you are). I missed my community, I missed the “routine” of going to Handsome, riding bikes, and exploring our city.
Mind you, I am writing this on day three of withdrawal. My feelings may change the moment I land on my native turf and embrace my community of Grand Rapids once more. But for now, I stand by this-
LA you are my home, no matter how strange, bizarre, and abusive you may be, I love you.