I had lived in the same place my entire life.
Los Angeles was my home. All of my friends were there.
I had made countless memories from Brentwood to Santa Monica.
The Ghosts of these memories stay even though I am now in Ojai.
The fence on 18th street is still broken because I ran through it playing football with my friends.
I still have a time capsule in my Brentwood backyard from a decade ago.
There are panels missing in my friend’s garage from stray baseballs.
Footprints in cement from walking over it while it was still wet.
The memories I have formed have stayed as ghosts. living, but stuck in a state where they are both stuck in time and begging to be relived.
Whenever I visit I can feel them. The memories that have past. I want desperately to grab them and put them all in a backpack and take them with me.
Alas, one cannot store memories like one stores clothing and items.
The move has been a difficult journey, but I am happy here and excited to make new memories with new people.
OVS has become a new environment that was scary at first, but has become a place I call home.