One of the things that's great about this city is that, whether it's the mountains or the beach, pretty much anything you want can be found just an hour away. And now, some memories from this last month back in the city whose shadow I grew up in:
We found snow on Mount Baldy. And then we were paid to have adventures here. There was a hill. It was climbed. Much was recorded for posterity. All was well.
We spent a day in the ocean. Or two. She bade us farewell with colors.
Dive certified? Yessir. I wish I had more photos from inside the city proper, but the bulk of this trip was spent behind Possible's doors, cooking up our particular brand of magic. There are exciting things on the horizon, to be sure.
Tomorrow, I get on a plane to take me back to the East Coast, and the life I left there. The amount I ache to return to my adoptive city surprises even me. It was good to be back in the home that was made for me, but I can't wait to be back in the home I have made for myself.
Still, LA's place in my heart remains unmoved. This is me, right here.
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