After lunch, we said our goodbyes to Trevor and his sister Mari; and began the trek back home to Los Angeles. The drive didn’t feel that long though, time always has a way of passing by quickly when I’m with this bunch.
These days, Amy, Angela and Armando are the closest thing to family I have up here in Los Angeles. We each came here in pursuit of our dreams, and somehow found one another along the way. Should you ever get the chance to meet them, you will learn just as quickly as I did, that they are the easiest people to ever fall in love with. And I would do anything they ever ask of me. Well, except for maybe moving into an apartment. Which they STRONGLY urged a number of times when I first started living in the Goose. Fortunately, enough time has passed to where they’ve now learned to accept my lifestyle and also support my dream of one day living on a boat in the marina.
We come from such different walks of life, and grew up in such different places around the country (or world in Armando’s case.) Yet somehow, we compliment one another well. I'm not sure how else to explain it, except for by saying life feels both fuller and well lived when they're around.
I am really going to miss them when we end up going our separate ways; but such is life I suppose. Los Angeles is too small to contain people them. Amy, Angela and Armando have an adventurous spirit that really embraces life. Even if it means living in another country, (which is actually something they have all already done.) It’s a quality not often found in people, but they each possess it. It’s what brought them to Los Angeles, and it’s what will inevitably carry them towards their next endeavor.
Even though a huge part of me will be saddened every time one of them leaves, I’d like to think that the better part of me will be joyful for each of them when that day comes. Because wishing for them to stay would not only be selfish, but it would also be crippling them from being both who they are and the friends that I am already so much in love with. I really do want what’s best for each of their lives; even if it means I'm not around to be a part of it.
I don't know how many more road trips we have left together; but I am thankful for every second I get to share with them. Because I've realized that many years from now, when I am looking back at the times I've shared with these three, I will know that for a brief chapter in my life, I had something really special.
These days, Amy, Angela and Armando are the closest thing to family I have up here in Los Angeles. We each came here in pursuit of our dreams, and somehow found one another along the way. Should you ever get the chance to meet them, you will learn just as quickly as I did, that they are the easiest people to ever fall in love with. And I would do anything they ever ask of me. Well, except for maybe moving into an apartment. Which they STRONGLY urged a number of times when I first started living in the Goose. Fortunately, enough time has passed to where they’ve now learned to accept my lifestyle and also support my dream of one day living on a boat in the marina.
We come from such different walks of life, and grew up in such different places around the country (or world in Armando’s case.) Yet somehow, we compliment one another well. I'm not sure how else to explain it, except for by saying life feels both fuller and well lived when they're around.
I am really going to miss them when we end up going our separate ways; but such is life I suppose. Los Angeles is too small to contain people them. Amy, Angela and Armando have an adventurous spirit that really embraces life. Even if it means living in another country, (which is actually something they have all already done.) It’s a quality not often found in people, but they each possess it. It’s what brought them to Los Angeles, and it’s what will inevitably carry them towards their next endeavor.
Even though a huge part of me will be saddened every time one of them leaves, I’d like to think that the better part of me will be joyful for each of them when that day comes. Because wishing for them to stay would not only be selfish, but it would also be crippling them from being both who they are and the friends that I am already so much in love with. I really do want what’s best for each of their lives; even if it means I'm not around to be a part of it.
I don't know how many more road trips we have left together; but I am thankful for every second I get to share with them. Because I've realized that many years from now, when I am looking back at the times I've shared with these three, I will know that for a brief chapter in my life, I had something really special.