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Los Angeles
Back in California now. I don't think I realized my homesickness until my face was pressed against the glass and I was mentally labelling the interstate highways glittering on the desert floor below.
Los Angeles is huge. Of course I knew, but flying into LAX from the East, I remember. It's amazing how the city looks like microchips and circuitboards from the sky, how much the dark pools of mountains look like water in the night.
I can't shake the feeling that I need to change my New York money for California currency; it feels like a foreign country. Palm trees. Sixty one degrees fahrenheit. Late night dinner at In-N-Out. California license plates on rust-free cars. An hour drive home over wide, fast roads.
Los Angeles is huge. Of course I knew, but flying into LAX from the East, I remember. It's amazing how the city looks like microchips and circuitboards from the sky, how much the dark pools of mountains look like water in the night.
I can't shake the feeling that I need to change my New York money for California currency; it feels like a foreign country. Palm trees. Sixty one degrees fahrenheit. Late night dinner at In-N-Out. California license plates on rust-free cars. An hour drive home over wide, fast roads.
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