I moved back to LA 12 years ago today—November 17, 2008.
It’s a different world now, than it was then … at least it feels different.
And not everything that’s happened between then and now has been desirable, or even tolerable.
But I still can’t really imagine living elsewhere and feeling quite at home as I do here.
In many ways I wish that weren’t the case … I miss being near my family, every day.
Anywhere else I’ve lived though, I constantly feel like I *ought* to be in LA—like, the feeling of missing out on being where I belong, and just biding my time till I can get back.