The Reset Button

In life it is rare to be afforded the luxury of pressing the reset button. I am what you call lucky, extremely lucky.

I didn't leave DC because of Liz. Moving to LA was something I always wanted to do. In fact, Liz was part of the reason that I stuck around DC for as long as I did. If it weren't for her, I'd have left a long time ago. But in the end, she definitely pushed me over the edge. Too many things about DC (and New York) reminded me of her. Clubs, restaurants, coffee shops, streets, streetsigns, sidewalks, benches, flowers and trees. Even work. And worst of all was my own home, the place that I came to each and every night! And so I fled.

I have no history in LA. When I step outside into the bright sun and smell the fresh ocean breeze blowing in off the Pacific, everything is clean. And though she crosses my mind on occasion she no longer consumes me, and the memories are fond. And all is well.