A Letter
Dear Los Angeles,
I owe you an apology. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to live in the heart of you. Then it happened a little over a year ago.
And then I expected. I sat waiting for you to discover me, wow me, seduce me, shower me with abundance. I wanted you to be interested in me instead of me being interested in you. I wanted to take instead of give. So I huffed and puffed and said “oh the people here are arrogant and fake and don’t want to be my friends. You’ve taken all my money in the form or parking tickets and traffic tickets and parking sucks, so I’m not going to go anywhere anymore or make friends.”
But give me a second chance. This time to DISCOVER you on your terms. Meet your people. See your places. Laugh with you. Create a home in the heart of you. Really get to know you.
I know you and are I meant to be together. Like I’ve never known anything else. Together we are magic. Now let’s create it.
Love,
Sheila
