My Second Home

No matter how much I hate LA, it is my second home.

As I drove down on Friday after work... and ran straight into LA traffic... even it failed to still my nostalgic feelings of familiarity, happiness and comfort. Some of my best friends are here... some of my most forming years were here... this is where I grew up... like, really grew up.

I came down for a wedding... and I stayed to be with friends. And tomorrow I have to leave. Work calls me home... ew... I would much rather live here. I mean, I love my life at home and I know that its where I'm supposed to be... but everytime I come back to LA, I wish I could stay.

I mean, really, how do I leave a place with people that I love so much, but never get to see...?