California has always felt like home, event though it never has been.
I find a lot of comfort in the explainable sense of familiarity I get when wandering the streets of Venice, just like how the coast line of Orange County feels like faint memories from childhood.
From the moment I first exited LAX when travelling last year, I knew it was either a place I had been before or a place that I belonged. There’s something about California that makes me feel so at ease. Maybe it’s the endless palm trees and dry, hot breeze that speaks to my soul. Or maybe it’s the way the softly muted sunlight shines down upon the endless curves of mountainous desert always visible somewhere in the distance. Even when I see something new for the very first time, like watching the sun set over Joshua Tree, it still feels like home.
While I’m back here in Australia over looking my photos, I’m contrastingly saddened to leave my beloved California, but content knowing I will soon again return home, in the words of Notorious B.I.G: back-back to Cali-Cali.
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