Write like the Wind
Strangely enough, after traveling three thousand miles, I find myself alone in the room I used to live in. Mom and Dad are out some place in Los Angeles, probably around SGV. Brother went for a run and sister's back at school. There's a quiet that lays thick and heavy. For some reason I feel like this time around everything's going to be all right.
I saw three of my friend today and all three's names started with the letter D. Double D in the morning and Dan in the afternoon. I ended driving around all over Los Angeles, starting from Long Beach in the morning and all the way to SGV at night. One thing I do miss is the ability to drive around California with your window down.
The hardest thing to figure out after three years away from California is if I would the person I am if I stayed in Los Angeles? The effort and time I put into moving away from LA and how, unbeknown to me, the city actually shaped the way I look at life. Dot was right, You can take the kid out of LA, but you can't take LA out of the kid. Afterall, you're just reading the ramblings of a homesick Angeleno.
Dan's dad was going to be a topic I was going to write about, but I think that there's not much I'd like to say publicly about that his affair. The time I did spend with him was worth the trip. The context of our conversations are always topical, Asian American issues, relationships, and just odd similarities in the way we view life.
The best part: family. Being home after such an extended time in New York changed the way that my family treats me. And I think, we're all happier now - it's certainly different, maybe it's because we're all just getting older. I worry less now, things will work themselves out, cares are carried away by the wind that whips past my open window driving down the 605.
I saw three of my friend today and all three's names started with the letter D. Double D in the morning and Dan in the afternoon. I ended driving around all over Los Angeles, starting from Long Beach in the morning and all the way to SGV at night. One thing I do miss is the ability to drive around California with your window down.
The hardest thing to figure out after three years away from California is if I would the person I am if I stayed in Los Angeles? The effort and time I put into moving away from LA and how, unbeknown to me, the city actually shaped the way I look at life. Dot was right, You can take the kid out of LA, but you can't take LA out of the kid. Afterall, you're just reading the ramblings of a homesick Angeleno.
Dan's dad was going to be a topic I was going to write about, but I think that there's not much I'd like to say publicly about that his affair. The time I did spend with him was worth the trip. The context of our conversations are always topical, Asian American issues, relationships, and just odd similarities in the way we view life.
The best part: family. Being home after such an extended time in New York changed the way that my family treats me. And I think, we're all happier now - it's certainly different, maybe it's because we're all just getting older. I worry less now, things will work themselves out, cares are carried away by the wind that whips past my open window driving down the 605.