Ever since we got hitched, the subject of moving seems to be at the forefront of many conversations. Both Lawrence and I are born and bred L.A. natives. I never thought much of my home city. I took it for granted like an angsty teen might take advantage of their parents’ love. I left the nest at 18 and didn’t return until I was 26. I sometimes miss Massachusetts, D.C., New York, and several other spots on the east coast. Once I got back to L.A., my heart often felt empty and longed for what I no longer had. (I realize now that much of my longing had more to do with the memories attached to those places, rather than the places themselves. But I digress.) Being back in L.A. for the past two years has been good for me. Don’t get me wrong – I still complain about the traffic, the smog, and the wannabe pretentious people, like any good Angeleno would. But these are my roots. Even if one day we move away, this place is my home. Always was, always will be.

Pictures of Santa Monica and the coastline. Taken by my love.