It’s good to be home among family and friends. I love Los Angeles in a way I can’t describe, but there’s nothing quite like being with the people who love you and support you no matter what. That’s not to say I didn’t find people close to my heart in LA because I absolutely did.
I flew in on Friday and immediately squeezed my family as hard as possible. It’s been four months since I last saw them, which, for the record, is insane and painful and scary and sad. It felt a little like reprieve to sit in my living room and eat one of my favorite meals and just be.
On Saturday, I hit up my old gym to see some friends because believe me, I missed them too!
And Sunday, oh, well Sunday, we’ll get to on next Monday.