Ode to California

I fucking love you, California.

It took living in a dozen places and the last four and half years away to make me realize you’re my one. If my soul mate had a name and a face, it would be you, California. It would be the rides along the coast. It would be the sun. It would be the century-old trees. It would be the fog rolling over the city. It would be the “good mornings” on a beautiful morning. It would be you, California.

I’m taking root in you.