goodbye hollywood blvd.

la: so full of memories for me.

this is the town that everyone loves to hate. the town of the wicked and the shallow, of nosejobs and too much money, of the traffic and the excess that knows no bounds.

but being back out here all week, you start to realize how the places of your childhood always hold a special place in your heart. la will always have a homey feel about it. it's there that you went to escape not fitting in, and it's there that you first felt like you did.

for better and for worse it birthed a feeling that drew you to art and theatre.

and of course one of those ladies that means the world to you lives there.

hard to leave. i used to cry every time she put me on the plane to go home. maybe i should have grown out of it by now, but i haven't.