Last week I took my first trip back to LA since the move. And it was.............................nice. I hate to admit it, but it felt really good to be home. I didn't need to look at a map every time I left the house, I already knew which restaurants I wanted to go to, and I got to see family and friends. It was great. So great, in fact, that it made it hard to leave again to head back.
Oddly enough though, when I got back it wasn't so bad. I got to sleep in my own bed again (which is always nice), the weather wasn't that bad (at least that night), and Drew was waiting for me with plans with friends. As much as I miss LA, Dallas is slowly starting to feel a bit more familiar. Coming back wasn't so bad. Maybe distance really does make the heart grow fonder....
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