So, I’m moving from the first place I ever lived on my own. This is the place I spent almost the entire pandemic so far.
I’ve started and ended relationships here, failed and got better at cooking here, and figured out how to clean by myself here. I met @pirate-rhino and @hope-to-hell here, almost met @jarfishy here, and cried and laughed and loved and got really fucking angry here. But the rent’s too high, I lost my job and have no prospects left, etc. Still, I want to share this view from the parking lot one last time before I leave:
Goodbye Torrance. Goodbye Los Angeles. I know you’re not actually going anywhere and once I get a job I fully intend to return. But right now, even though I’m right here, it somehow feels very far away. So I’m gonna sign off on the weed time before I start crying again. Have a good weed time everybody!















