My trip to Los Angeles passed in a blur of not sleeping, game excitement, coffee, fantastic conversations and arm-out photos with awesomely talented people. Again.
Coming back from Los Angeles this time, I still have the post-adventure greyness of the travel addict, but it’s not the awful letdown I felt going back to Raleigh. I love that my regular life is my commute into the Manhattan, yellow cabs and deli sandwiches, and trying to make more hours in the day, to squeeze my freelancing in around my day job.
This hasn’t been an easy transition for me, but these are good default settings.