Dear Los Angeles,
I miss you. I really, really do. I haven’t even been gone too long. Five days is really not that much, but I’ve already been gone way too much in the past month. Four days in Fremont, a weekend in Las Vegas and now five days in San Francisco, Oakland and Santa Cruz has me wanting nothing more than just to go home. I want to see my family, celebrate my grandparents’ 64th (!) wedding anniversary, spoil the hell out of VR (our dog), and keep warm with el novio.
Way back when I was in my early 20s I wanted to move to the Bay Area. I was tired of you and just wanted to get away, but never did. Over the years I’ve come to appreciate you more. I realize that if I left I’d never get to see most of my friends and family.
The Bay may be nice, even when I have long meetings every day, but there’s nothing like being home.
Love,
Cindylu
P.S. I know this totally contradicts what the I wrote earlier, but that was about the long term.
hehehe @ the last part
i identify with short-term missing of a place.. i hope for your sake and mine that a longer-term move gets easier to deal with in time.
I miss LA, too. Especially when I just got word in an email from my sister that she got engaged. Engaged. And i missed it. I won’t even see her again until December for my other sisters wedding since she’ll be off in China. Man, being away from Home is harder than I thought.
I can do without LA for a little while. These days, it’s just not the right place for me.