So I've been in LA 2 whole weeks now. I've spent a moderate amount of time brooding over my feelings of leaving Nashville. It's like this: I was on Mill Ave before I left Phx, and a guy on the street played me a couple of original songs. He had just spent time traveling up and down the west coast pursuing music, and wrote a song about the experience. One of the lines in the song was: "If home is where the heart is, then how smart is it to love in so many places" (or something like this). And that is precisely how I feel. I love Phoenix: it's where I was born, but it's also where I came alive. I love Nashville: where the trees are as overgrown as the people's love. The clash of ambition and art. And I'm starting to like LA: full of things I've never seen or felt. Full of the easiness of tan-lines, and the hardness of being lonely in a crowd.
And now, an LA experience:
Two days ago, I was walking home from an interview when I almost passed a Goodwill. I stopped on my heel and went back. Inside, I found: an awkward conversation with an old man, Harry Potter y el prisionero de Azkaban, 2 X-men comic books from 1995 that are totally rad, and 2 dresses--one of which I could aptly be described as looking like a Mormon superhero in, if only I had a giant "M" tattooed on my chest.
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