I have a friend who has also just moved out here to Los Angeles. We've both been here since about May/June, and it's funny. Her life in New York wasn't that great. She had no job, she was depressed, and wondering what the what to do with her time. Her life. The time of her life.
Yeah, so now she's here. Has a job. Friends. Lives closer to her family. But she isn't that happy. What's the dilly-o???
And I hate to say it, but sometimes I feel a bit of the same.
"I miss New York every day," she says. She blogs about it. She blogs much more than I do, so I'll give her that. I also love her, so I'd give it to her anyways. But, its like, "friend, your life wasn't so hot back in New York?" and she'll be the first to admit this. but .... then... so.... WHY DO WE STILL MISS IT? I mean, I can't even begin to go there right now. I'm just writing to pass the time until these lame-ohs below stop talking about motorcycles. Which have been around for a long time.
I know New York will be there. I plan on going back at some point. But as my friend Joey says, "buddy, next time, it's on our terms."
So until that happens, I'll keep pumping my gas, lighting a fire under my ass (this happens away from the gas station)....and keep on looking forward.
Besides, I've gotten really good at casually suggesting "did we save room for dessert?"
so......
