I left LA in the early 90’s, after a decade. Divorce. Wanted my own thing, something that wasn’t his. LA was his. I packed a container and shipped it across the ocean, to live on an island.
When it arrived, I first opened the boxes filled with clothes and linens, blankets and towels.
Everything smelled like Southern California, this very specific, very sweet fresh air. It rose out of the boxes and filled the room. I wept, wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake.
The island, and its own sweet scent, soothed by pain and I got over, but never really let go of California. It does that to you.
Now I watch the devastation from the other side of the world, the southern hemisphere, and weep yet again for the losses. The beautiful Palisades, where friends have lost houses and amazing rentals. The evacuations and updates from people I love.
The canyons. Altadena. The Malibu coast. Moonshadows!
Nature wants LA back…
I left LA in the early 90’s, after a decade. Divorce. Wanted my own thing, something that wasn’t his. LA was his. I packed a container and shipped it across the ocean, to live on an island.
When it arrived, I first opened the boxes filled with clothes and linens, blankets and towels.
Everything smelled like Southern California, this very specific, very sweet fresh air. It rose out of the boxes and filled the room. I wept, wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake.
The island, and its own sweet scent, soothed by pain and I got over, but never really let go of California. It does that to you.
Now I watch the devastation from the other side of the world, the southern hemisphere, and weep yet again for the losses. The beautiful Palisades, where friends have lost houses and amazing rentals. The evacuations and updates from people I love.
The canyons. Altadena. The Malibu coast. Moonshadows!
Nature has always wanted LA back.