I moved away from this beautiful place exactly one year ago today. Because I am an idiot. And I miss it so. I'd give anything to be back there in June 2012 when I first moved in. Anything. So, like the rest of my life, I could do everything differently. I would so still be there.
In the past few weeks it's starting to feel like it was all a dream. Did I really finally make it to that beautiful place that I'd been coveting for so many years? It almost seems unreal now, that I had all that - a beautiful apartment in such a gorgeous location - and I walked away from it. How could that happen? What the fuck is wrong with me? How could I be so ungrateful for what I'd finally attained?
I love and miss you like crazy Marina del Rey. And I will be back. Oh yes I will.