This is very much in response to Sam’s post

Because we’re both planning moves away from Los Angeles.

Paolo’s internship ends in October, and I’m starting one in DC in late November, so we’re nearing the halfway point in our foray out West. We came out here with open minds, ready to give ourselves over to California, but in all honesty, it hasn’t happened yet. I am of the belief that it COULD happen if I gave this place more of a shot, but unlike a lot of people in Los Angeles, Paolo and I don’t NEED to be here. And as proud as I am of us for packing up our lives after college and booking it out here, I’m ready to go home.

This is of course not to say that I am not enjoying L.A. immensely. We get to do things here that you just can’t do anywhere else, like go to a Hairpin meetup down the street or see Fucked Up in an art deco theatre downtown. This place has a lot to offer, and I want to make the best of it. I just can’t see myself truly calling Los Angeles home, probably because no one else here does.

Also, my craving for autumn is burning a hole in my heart. It’s perpetually summer here, and after that rainy fucking spring in Athens that’s exactly what I wanted, but I’m starting to understand why this may drive people insane. It’s sunny ALL THE TIME. However, after being in New York for the rainiest weekend the city has ever seen (EVER), I really do appreciate living in a fucking desert.

I know it’s far, but I would really love you all to visit before we leave. There are doughnut shops on every corner. This is truly paradise. I think I’m just too cynical for it.