L. A.

To me, Los Angeles, the idea of Los Angeles as a place and a city has been in my mind as one of the world's pinnacles of culture and arts. Way too many things have been conceived there, not just ideas but also incredible people. I have always seen that place as a dream and a myth.

I can attribute the following to the law of attraction; we lived in Orange County, CA., from 2017 to 2019. These were terrific years with plenty of experiences, good and bad, but mostly good. In fact, I completed my bachelor's degree in digital cinematography while I was living there.

Life took a turn for us, and now we are back in Texas and doing well, except there is very little to no occupation around cinematography for me here. I get to be a rideshare driver, which is not the same, but it's not bad. Being an independent creator is sometimes the only choice to make a living and still be connected to what you love.

Los Angeles and Southern California are still matters of personal desire and dreams. I still daydream about living and thriving there, as if I'm just waiting for things to be right so I can one day earn my way back into LA.

There are things in this universe we still can't comprehend why they are the way they are. I still miss my days in California and am so sorry I couldn't stay and be strong enough to hold. Right now, I can only watch from afar. Right now, all I do is talk about California. 

Once more, Los Angeles is burning. It feels terrible, utterly demoralizing, sobering, and disheartening. It is like my dreams are being torn apart, like a nightmare. I feel their pain, and my heart is burning with Los Angeles, too.