Cities are my home.

Packing to head out west, to my home away from home, California. I miss it, I miss the rude people, the smog, the never ending traffic on the 5, I miss the city with all my heart, and most of all I miss some of the greatest people I have ever known. I'm excited to get away from lame town for awhile. I believe that I'm a big city girl trapped in a small town, for a little while anyway. I took a semester off to get things straightened up and now I know right where I want to go, well not exactly but I have a lot of options, most important being the big cities. I love the rush of city life and how it seems no one ever stops. The endless bustle day to day its pure bliss. I can't explain how much I love it, some girls love shopping and finding their perfect "mate." I love big crowds and crowded cross walks, hot dog vendors on the sidewalk, tall buildings that seem to rise above me so high that there is no hope in reaching the top. Its a crazy obsession but I don't care. My true love is not a man but a city, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, you name it, if its got tall towers and crowds the size of wal-mart supercenter, and smog that barely allows breathing room I am so there.

I'll be landing in L.A. in little over a day and I can barely control the excitement oozing from every pour of me, I haven't been out there since I came back to lame town almost a year ago. It's going to be insane and beautiful and so much fun. I'm in love with the big city and it loves me.

As the old song goes.... California here we come, right back where we started from.