My inception 1
As of today, I’ve lived in Los Angeles seven years. It’s not really something to celebrate more than mark the time in awe. It has flown and yet it has stood still. I spent the afternoon with a New Yorker that relocated three years ago. She’s still adjusting, but mocks the place just like I do. It’s can’t-put-your-finger-on-it weird here. After a bottle of wine, we concluded we liked the weather.
Dating is still hard. Finding work is harder. I’ve got the seven-year itch.