On Going Home Again

This is the first time I’ve ever been in LA and it hasn’t felt like home. It’s very surreal and a little bit lonely. I drive around and it feels almost like a dream I had. I don’t know if Portland is home yet, but Los Angeles definately isn’t anymore. Which is kind of sad.


I know I wanted to leave, and I’m really glad I did. More than a year away has definitely given me the distance I needed to be sure about that. I’ve been so happy with Portland, and now that I’m here it’s easy to see why. I don’t like loud noises, or crowds or bright lights. And LA is all of that all of the time.

I’m not sure what to do with my free time now that I’m here. Before I left, I tried to think of things I wanted to do. Outside of see my friends and eat an In-n-Out burger I got nothing. I only slept two hours last night, so that might be a factor in my inability to plan.

It’s 7pm, my next move is to find some dinner, then I’ll probably go to bed. That’s about as much excitement as I can handle my first night back. I am really starting to wonder if a week was too long to schedule. I miss my dog and my boyfriend terribly. I realized earlier tonight that this is going to be the longest I’ve been away from home alone since 2009, which is the last time I went somewhere for work by myself, and even then I was in classes all day.

If you have some LA suggestions, let me know.