there is nothing in the world like getting off a plane and walking out of the los angeles international airport. the air here is so crisp to touch and carries such a nice salty scent in its frequent gusts of a breeze. in spite of her many flaws, it simply feels good to be in the city of angels.
and then getting back to silver lake to find an open spot at the top of the music box steps (even though 'twas 11:11 pm when i pulled in), opened my door, and fell into the awesomeness that is my apartment.
it's damn good to be home.
and moving will be oh so bittersweet :(
~k
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