Tag: moving

First Year in LA

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy... They kept going, because they were holding onto something. I never thought I'd be writing this. I never guessed I'd be where I am. Or that I'd start this journey laid off and be right back there again on the anniversary of it. I find myself unusually speechless and perplexed as I examine the last year of things. I want to add quickly, it's not easy to make my…

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