Home, bittersweet, home

As you may have noticed by my recent posts that all involve airports and airplanes I have been traveling a lot. I have been traveling to many small towns and have come to realize that it has been harder and harder to come back to LA. There is something about being in a small town covered with trees, open spaces, and neighbors that know each other that makes it hard to come home to the land of concrete. I was sitting in Mississippi a few weeks ago and realized that what I was hearing were birds and insects and other things that I have come accustomed to not hearing and I realized that it was because it was quiet, I was in the middle of neighborhood street and it was quiet!!! You really notice what a sensory input overload this city is when you step out of it for a minute or two.