I was born in Houston, and despite my desire to live outside of Texas, I ended up living and working in that state for 30 out of my 36 years.
When I arrived in Los Angeles I realized I had no idea who the Mayor was. Despite the "California Gold Rush" musical I created with friends for a 7th grade history project (an omen?), I know very little California history. I have the driver's license, but it will be a long time before I feel like a Californian. I'm just sort-of... here.
I had been in L.A. for a total of one week when my mother called from Houston and said, "If you want to move back, I'll fly out there and drive back with you."
Whatever happens in the end, change is good for the brain. The rat learns a new maze.
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