On Distances

As I've tried to tell myself time and time again, no amount of distance can hold you back so long as your heart is in it. Since my time in San Diego, I'm pretty sure it's only made the bond between my true, close friends and family stronger than before. That sense of separation sparks an unstoppable force to strengthen loosened ties to prove yourself right that you truly have ones who care for you and love you. I'm a firm believer of "absence makes the heart grow fonder"; but if the feeling isn't reciprocated, then hasta nunca. Don't be afraid to put your heart on the line - most of what I've learned thus far has come from countless heartbreaks and let-downs. It only proves to show what you don't want in someone or something, or even somewhere for that matter. And now I finally know what it feels like to be treated right. So long as you put as much, if not more, than what you expect in return, you're golden.

I'd be a fool to say I don't miss Virginia (the mountains especially...see picture insert), my family, my friends, etc., etc. But the cross-country gap has only cemented my love for everything that encompasses my definition of home. Don't take for granted what you truly love and enjoy because you'll know just how much it means - or meant - to you once it slips through your fingers. Needless to say, I miss home.

After my first trip to LA, I can safely say that it's not my type of scene. Granted, I've only been in San Diego for about a month now, but I've grown to love the city as a whole. LA is just...too much. Too many people..too many cars (traffic is a nightmare)...just all in all too much for me to handle. As I was inching my way through gridlock traffic, an odd feeling came over me. I could somehow sense the countless broken dreams that LA has seen, but could still feel the liveliness and richness of the high-class society that managed to make it in the city of dreams. I can see how one could be swallowed whole in it. With that said, as I was cruisin down the 5, an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort ran through me as I saw familiar signs and roads leading me back to San Diego. Some places are just meant for certain people - I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore. But! I did get a chance to ride on Mulholland Drive, so the video below is my salute to LA. No words are needed - the guitar does all the talking.