To go some place, you must leave somewhere else. That simple concept is harder than I expected. As the airplane took to the runway and the engines revved up I couldn't help but cry. Not tears of joy as one might expect (after all this day has been coming for over 12 years now), but rather tears of sadness because I realized what has kept me in LA for those 12 years; family that supports me more than I deserve, and friends that float me in a sea of love. I know many people feel they have a good relationship with family and friends, but to steal a line from RAGTIME...I secretly feel I have been touched by an extra light.
The wheels lifted from the ground and retracted into the belly of the plane and I silently knew this was the last time southern California would be the place I call home; I'm on my way to becoming a New Yorker
About Me
- Future New Yorker
- I grew up in Downey CA, and have lived in SoCal all of my life. I earned a BA in Drama from the University of California, Irvine. I earned my pilots license form a small airport in Fullerton CA. I enjoy being active, but I also love just lounging with great friends.