Malibu
Saying goodbye to LA sucks. It's like breaking up with someone for the dumbest of reasons: like, moving 6k miles away. We drove up the PCH to Malibu today, ate fresh fish and hummus at Taverna Tony's, wandered through Malibu Country Mart, came home to sit in the jacuzzi.
Even when you're working LA feels like a holiday: for 2.5 years I'd feel so guilty about it I'd work right through the sunshine hours until midnight, because otherwise it felt like I was being lazy. Coffee at Groundworks, bagel at Abbots, lunch at The French Market, walk around the canals... Then I'd run out of money and starve for a few weeks but the sun would still shine, and some kind soul would find me and feed me until I got paid again.
I want to come back, I want to come back.
I realized today, driving along the PCH in someone else's Prius, that I live in permanent nostalgia for things I haven't lost yet.
On the plus side, no rent and no car repayments for two months has meant a hell of a lot of debt has been paid off.
Even when you're working LA feels like a holiday: for 2.5 years I'd feel so guilty about it I'd work right through the sunshine hours until midnight, because otherwise it felt like I was being lazy. Coffee at Groundworks, bagel at Abbots, lunch at The French Market, walk around the canals... Then I'd run out of money and starve for a few weeks but the sun would still shine, and some kind soul would find me and feed me until I got paid again.
I want to come back, I want to come back.
I realized today, driving along the PCH in someone else's Prius, that I live in permanent nostalgia for things I haven't lost yet.
On the plus side, no rent and no car repayments for two months has meant a hell of a lot of debt has been paid off.
MIMI IN NY | 7:33 PM |
