Apples vs. Angels


I’ve been jetsetting like it’s my job. Well, it is my job. It’s a creatively rewarding, out-of-the-ordinary, pinch-me-this-is-happening gig. And it is a ton of hard work. When I’m finally back in the Big Apple, I find myself craving quiet and calmness; no crowds, no noise, no smell on smell on smell on the subway. Oh to be back in the City of Angels, where the ocean crashes, where the sun shines bright. It could be a phase, nostalgia really. But beyond my consistent love of Paris, I am missing the City of Angels more than ever, perhaps ready to leave the apple picking behind.

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