cuz the minute the plane touches the runway, i miss the houses, the trees, the freeways, the smog. i miss the friends i left behind. i miss the music, the food, the atmosphere.
i don't miss the loneliness i felt most of the time, or the traffic, but there's something about LA that does call my name. hence the danger. new york is good enough for me when i'm there, and most places don't lull me away, but wow. LA.
i'm planning on returning to new york. will that really happen? physically, yes. probably. mentally? maybe not.