My brain is a funny thing. I lived in L.A. for about two years and up until my last visit, I could have found my way around the city in a cyclone with one eye missing and a Trader Joe's bag over my head. This last trip, I felt like I had landed on a different planet and none of the Martians looked familliar. More than once during my stay, I asked my friend Mark (a local) about brand new buildings that apparently been there for decades. Maybe they hid behind a fire hydrant every time I drove around the corner on my way to work at 20/20 Video on Sunset, because I was positive I'd never seen them while I lived there.
I flatly refuse to buy into the well digested idea that your brain gets fuzzy as you age. At this decade in my life, I am breezing through numbers and equations like a MENSA madwoman. Previously in my life, facing these same eqations and number problems would not only stun my brain, but make me desire intensive therapy. True trauma. Now, I enjoy these brain challenges and I subscribe to a few different puzzle magazines that light up my mailbox, and my life, every other month.
So I can't remember the gigantic blue and green building in West Hollywood that was built ten or fifteen years ago. Who cares? It will be there, it's not going anywhere, and everytime I go to L.A., it'll be new and exciting and I'll re-discover all the new places I've been to a million times.
God bless my squishy grey matter.
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