My Own Little Private LA

I just had a long overdue dinner date with one of my best friends to catch up on many adventures and misadventures, when we stumbled upon the subject of life-altering events. A mutual acquaintance of ours had gone through a very traumatic experience from which she emerged with a strong sense of self and reinvention. I shared with my friend about how much I could relate to what our acquaintance was doing – a few years back, I also went through a very painful experience,  from which the only thing I could do to assimilate the grief was to make changes that I had been postponing for far too long – and how I felt that at present I was living what I felt was a more authentic life.

After dinner I got home and was overcome with a wave of nostalgia, so I decided to listen to some pop songs I remembered from my childhood. One of them was To Live and Die in LA, by Wang Chung. After the aforementioned conversation, the lyrics had a whole new meaning for me. Coincidence?