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Ok, I am not roughing it at all actually.
After 24-hours of travel, I arrived in Byron Bay, received by my friend Meredith at the 3-million dollar house she rented for her wedding. It’s the opposite of roughing it.
There are breezes that blow through the Balinese doors and wrap you in a blanket of your own personal air conditioning. There are fluffy pillows that invite you to nap on the balconies. There’s a refreshing pool with floaties and a bubbly hot tub. A secluded, white sand beach lies just a few feet away. I have a feeling this might be the nicest place I’ll stay in during my entire trip.
Upon arrival, wine was poured, champagne was popped, and no joke…. An Aussie put shrimp on the barbie! For real!

Leaving the country is a weird thing. I know I can always come back and that I probably will. But, I still feel they way I assume I would feel if someone I knew were about to die. I’d want to spend all my time with my dying friend and really drink him in before he’d go away forever.

Same now. I am seeing LA like I never have before, finding myself grateful for its many nuances. I am, for the first time, noticing all the things I enjoy about LA on the daily: the coral trees on San Vicente, the hipsters on Melrose, the view of the beach from Montana and Ocean, the vegan club sandwiches at M Café, my fireplace, game nights, the proximity to Hollywood and its celebrity (It is pretty nice to see Jake Gyllenhal at Peet‘s and be able to shrug it off as if he‘s one of your old pals.). I am even grateful for my rush-hour nemesis: the 405. I have cursed its slow pace every day to and fro. But it keeps us all on the same plane and gives everybody in town something to talk about.

I am going to miss all these little things, and I am sad I’ve lived some 8 years here without noticing how much of an impact they’ve made on me, a full-fledged Angeleno.

I am lucky to learn such a lesson before my trip. I hope to experience things from now on and really take them in. Really enjoy them and realize that I am enjoying them. Take nothing for granted. Remind me.

Why do we stop doing cartwheels after a certain age?

Here it is. Slut clowns rule.

I just called my doctor to make an appointment. When they put me on hold, I heard “Knock knock knockin’ on heaven’s door.”
Uh, I don’t think doctor’s offices should have that in their hold music playlist. Might scare some seniors.