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" Dear LA:Thank you for letting me sleep. Did you know I struggled with insomnia for the last ten years and something about the serenity of California allowed me to sleep like a baby? LA was my lullaby.&amp;amp;nbsp; Or maybe it was just that I learned to slow the F down. I mean, it happened by default really.... it&amp;#x27;s SO hard to make friends in this town that I had all this time to center myself. Quiet time. Alyssa time. Siestas. So it&amp;#x27;s a bittersweet thing, really. Like, I was a little lonely,&amp;amp;nbsp; but at the same time I learned how to revel endlessly in my own space and being. I remembered how to relax again. The hammock. The hikes. All those books on the beach. Not too shabby for a New Yorker who once slept with her blackberry (not to mention a man who would never marry her). LA, I hated you for the parking tickets, for the guys who asked &amp;amp;quot;how much do you weigh?&amp;amp;quot; for the nights that nobody called and the days where everyone gossiped. Remember in the beginning, before Shelley got here, when I&amp;#x27;d hide in the movies all day long because the blog was new and uncomfortable, the boys were weird and not my type, and because.... I literally didn&amp;#x27;t know where else to go? But when Shells arrived, friends started visiting, the guys got better, I started falling out of love with GD and I found happiness in many corners of California. Not just The Coffee Bean - where I met &amp;amp;quot;Mystery Man,&amp;amp;quot; who I was really, really crazy about.&amp;amp;nbsp; Or The Dime, where EET and I would get drunk and dirty, pre-girlfriend of course.&amp;amp;nbsp; But there was that little hippy town Topanga Canyon, where Beth and I met a girl who lived with wizards....and the Santa Monica pier where I&amp;#x27;d eat avocado &amp;#x27;n swiss, and stare at the UCLA soccer team...and Malibu where life is simply too good to be true. To my little bunglaow, my busted convertable, the two Bens and all those blind dates, I came out here because I craved change and you helped me evolve. I was exhausted from work, spent from partying, and broken from the break-up. I needed to catch my breath. And if I met a guy along the way, all the better.&amp;amp;nbsp; With every new outfit and sprinkle of Stella McCartney, Shelley and I put our heart and soul into searching for someone to love. But, that didn&amp;#x27;t happen, and I&amp;#x27;m sure it&amp;#x27;s for a reason. She&amp;#x27;s waiting to take me to the airport now like 59% of my readers voted for. Off to the beautifully chaotic streets of New York where old friends, fresh thoughts and unknown romance await. So long, Los Angeles. I&amp;#x27;m taking the purity and perspective with me.... I promise. xxAlyssa ----- The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. -- Proust ----- About Anthony, I said no to the airport but I really want to see him again.&amp;amp;nbsp; Still not sure if it&amp;#x27;s a physical connection or more. Not enough time to test the waters. He can stop in NYC between his travels from LA to Italy. But that means this weekend -- my first days home -- so much in the calendar already. Should he come or not? Click here to vote"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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