For the last 8 years I called Los Angeles my home. Living there wasn’t always easy, and I’ll admit that I wasn’t always happy to come back to it after being away for long stretches of time, but home it was. I’d known for a long time that I was going to leave LA before I actually did – it was just a matter of time. The stress of my job, coupled with the stress of living in such a large city, wore on me both physically and emotionally to the point where I didn’t recognize myself anymore, which was a terrifying realization for someone who had always been so in touch with their emotions and balanced in their state of mind. Additionally, my identity was separating itself from the lifestyle the city offered as I became more and more entranced with sports like rock climbing, which allowed me access to some of the most beautiful places in the world. LA isn't exactly an outdoorsman's mecca, and as my call to climbing and hiking became stronger, so did my desire to...
Climbing, traveling, life, ramblings, poetry.