There's this street nearby my apartment with a lot of Jacarandas, it is actually one of my favorite places to walk by. Jacarandas are interesting to me, not only because they remind me of Tepoztlan (another favorite place of mine) but because one can not appreciate how beautiful they are until they're in bloom. They can be unnoticeable, like skinny branches with random leaves and then once spring comes they transform into this awesome display of purple. Not that I am trying to make any analogies here, or I guess I could... Whenever I think about the things I really love about LA that has to be one of the most important and memorable, all those streets with Jacarandas on the side. And it is that from time to time I can get obsessed with little things, like the presence of a tree, the amount of light or the bricks of the buildings. Somehow it's the little details that can make me feel more at ease, as if I were home. Which by the way keeps changing a lot these days.
Even though I have a love/hate relationship with changes, I tend to embrace some of them, such as changing places to call home and while doing this I discover little things about my own personality specially when I am alone (completely and utterly alone just like right now).
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