A love letter to Los Angeles: You were every bit as magical as I thought you would be. I held tight to a vision of you all through my adolescence. It was my beacon of light during otherwise dark times. How rare is it that something in your adult life actually turns out to be everything and more that you hoped of? It’s not lost on me how blessed I’ve been to have been able to see those dream through. That of all of the possibilities I ended up with the one that I could pursue the vision. That I could run to you and that you welcomed me with open arms. It was in the hustle and the pain and the stretching and the dreaming and the lucky breaks that I found myself. And then in the finding of myself, I got to really love myself. I always loved myself most driving on your streets. I’m going to miss you. I’m going to miss your traffic because it just meant more time to myself. I’m going to miss your farmers markets, and the $22 breakfast burritos (which I swear are worth it because you can taste the difference in the *cage free pasture raised happy chicken* eggs). I’m gonna miss that everyone comes to you with their own pursuit of something more, and that if we are patient and open to the unexpected, you give us the satisfaction of fruition. I’m going to miss that you always have something happening, always something new to taste or hear or see. I’m going to miss that somehow every time I needed it, I saw the best sunset or got a prime parking spot or stumbled into something magical. LA, I think if you were a person you would be proud of me for continuing on my pursuit of something more, even when it means leaving you. I think you would tell me to “TAKE THE LEAP GIRL”. And I would know I could always come back to you. I love you. Thank you. I wish everyone in the world could experience the wonder of you.