This morning I remembered that I could listen to KCRW online so I could hear Morning Becomes Eclectic. Hearing that show was a big part of my daily L.A. experience. While I listened I worked on a little freelance job from my old boss in Pasadena. When I worked there I would often communicate with my boss via e-mail anyway so it felt very familiar, like I was back in L.A. It made me wish I could walk down the block to get my favorite Cuban coffee and a Bacon-Egg-Cheese-Croissant. Instead I made my own ham, egg and cheese sandwich and brewed my own coffee; almost as good.
I spent about 1/3 of my life in L.A. but it was my best 1/3. Sometimes they were also the worst times but that just adds to my attachment. The result is an even split of my loyalty and affection for L.A. vs S.F. which leaves me vaguely dissatisfied with either. When you are on the fence, both sides look equally green. This is probably why I should be in New York, but I'm not ready yet. The truth is I don't believe in figuring out where I should be as if it were destiny, as if it were a game of Battleship. I believe in listening to what my heart needs now. Right now I'm confident that I'm exactly where I need to be. That doesn't mean it's all rosy. It's a lovely shade of grey; classy and modest, it's the new black.
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