The thing about Los Angeles is that it’s awful and I hate it, but when I’m there, nowhere else exists, and I can’t imagine leaving. It’s a difficult place to be old or sick or fat or poor or without a strong social media presence. It’s not an easy place to be young, either. After college graduation, I postpone my return from Boston by one week, then two, cat sitting for a professor. It’s the second week that drives my mother over the edge. She calls, she emails, she accuses me of loving the professor’s cat more than her. She says don’t I know how hard she has been working, how lonely and depressed she has been, how she has been counting down the days until my return.
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