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Malibu, California
On the final day of February, I uprooted myself and two suitcases of my belongings and moved to Los Angeles, California. In my living room, in my hometown, I stood and gave my father only a handshake, and he looked down and his eyes were wet and it happened quicker than it does in the movies. Mom gave me a wet kiss. My brother Liam drove me to JFK airport in his green american-made car, and we casually chatted about jobs and mutual friends and the idiosyncracies of our parents that we've come to treasure over our lifetimes. Curbside in Queens, he hugged me and said we'd talk real soon, and hours later my airplane descended the night sky on top of Los Angeles, which was a thrilling and humbling experience for a young man like myself.