Vacations should last forever

But I know I’m not a West Coast girl…

Los Angeles, to me, felt like a dirty, overgrown, oversized strip mall.  A city squashed down flat, unmanageable in sheer volume, with deserted sidewalks.  Parts of me longed to be back in Boston, where the city rises on itself, clean and dignified and shining, and one can get lost in the bustle of the streets, where the public transportation makes sense, and walking a few blocks isn’t going to cripple an able-bodied person such as myself.  

But as long as my love is there, I can consider it a second home.  Even as a first time visitor.