To other people it is
a city of superficial dreams
with superficial people.
But to me,
it is what I called home
for the past 11 years.
The place that carries my childhood,
my best friends, my favorite restaurants,
The fresh, polluted air,
traffic jams at every hour,
the sun with its infectious warmth,
In-n-Out Burgers that are way better than Shake Shack,
Santa Monica Pier with its ferris wheel looking beyond the horizon,
the view of sunsets with myriad of golden hues,
cranky joggers on juice cleanses and lemon detox diets,
afternoon hikes up to the Griffith Observatory,
but most importantly,
the people there
that I was able to share all other these things with.
Friendships that are invaluable
but something that can only remain there.
I can no longer call that place my home
but a meaningful memory instead.