Tonight while I Swiftered the hard concrete floor of my place of work, the sort of floor that keeps me awake at night with knee aches, a song came on that instantly put me in my car, driving through Downtown Los Angeles at night, feeling utterly and completely at peace.
Watching dust particles collecting on the end of the stick gives you a lot of time to think, and I began to visualize why I miss L.A. so much. Los Angeles is like my dirty, adventurous whore that likes to have sex in public areas . Austin is my safe husband that likes to sit at home and watch movies. Both have their good and bad points.
When I think of L.A., I get excited. The city leaves me in a perpetual state of blue balls. I can’t get her out of my mind and I finding myself wanting to go back for more. Austin is comfortable. It’s nice and it’s safe…and I don’t mean that in the lackluster sense. Austin is where I can be normal. Lead a normal life, meet someone and settle down, have a creative career, and name my children Scout and Juniper. Austin is the true dream town. Where a realistic and fulfilling dream can come true. But man, there is Los Angeles over there, taunting me with all her sparkles and glitter and the ability to jump head first into it all. She doesn’t promise me anything. Not a single thing. But right now, I can just imagine breathing in that warm, electric air and I’m hooked.
Oh, to be twenty-five and in the middle of the road. Tonight, I will say it’s inspiring.