this one was a bit hard for me to write.

I didn't realize how long i haven't written, and i wrote this while i as visiting friends in Boston. I felt that my traces of living in Boston were diminished, only left with a few physical things I had left there for my roommate to use. The remnants of Boston and the nothingness I was used to in Los Angeles left me a tad bit down, I had no place to belong to. My home was no longer. And on my ride back to LA, I thought it'd be a great idea to use layovers and airports as a means to explain how I was feeling towards my belonging. So in a way, this piece helps somewhat in putting on paper how I felt on my current identity.