I’m feeling that itch to move or visit. It happens every year around this time. Things are going pretty well for me. I have a stable job that I really enjoy. I have a nice home. I have a small circle of friends, even if they are spread out all over the country. I live in one of the best citys in the world. I have my health. I’m just feeling restless. whenever I think of LA it’s always in the framework of “what was” not what will be, it seems to always be about recapturing/experiencing what my life was like there, in the mid-90’s. I may one day go back there, I doubt it. My last visit there two years ago was a real awakening and not much fun. If I were to go anywere it would be back East, possibly Philly, NY, or Boston. I’d like to be closer to my sister/mom. I’m going for a walk.