It feels like home.

The warm sun on my face,

the strange people in the neighborhood,

the fancy-named organic drinks

and paying for oxygen at a fancy bar,

people-watching on Sunset,

shopping at the grocery store with

girls who look like they are the next

big thing in the movie world…

and are the size of a half-stamp.

No more walking, only driving everywhere.

The beach is down the street,

and no more hurricane threats here.

It feels like home.

Through the smog, the traffic, and

all the beautiful and empty people,

flip-flop central and waves to catch.

Welcome back home.