“California is a fine place to live - if you happen to be an orange.”
I used to love California (Hollywood specifically). Even before I ever visited, it was always the place my mind wandered off to. I was eighteen when I first saw this place with my own eyes. At the time, it was everything I imagined and more. I loved the fact that the whole time I felt like I was in a movie. I loved that every morning at breakfast there would be at least one person reading a script. It seemed like the perfect place to me.
Four years later I returned to discover a different feeling. The Hollywood Sign isn't too great the second time around. Tacky. The whole place is a damn novelty. Perhaps it was the fact that I had an eighteen year build up to that first trip and I went back too quickly. But even still, should it matter how recent my previous trip was?
California, here I go.
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