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Love Letter: LA

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Love Letter: Los Angeles

Dearest LA, I feel free in my city.

I feel loved.

I feel fearful.

I feel determined and passionate.

Esta es mi casa.

I feel an ownership. A desire to grow. And love.

And care. For every single person.

The broken. The poor. The “successful”. The dreamers. The heartbroken.


I love my city. It breaks my heart to be taken away from it.

But I know… this is my home.

This is where I am called to.

This is my life. This is my town. Everything I do.

Everything I want. Everyone I want to help. Is here.

And the love will spread out. And grow.

I can’t wait to return. To the mom-and-pop shops.

To Griffith Park. To Universal AMC. To the Academy. To Hollywood Boulevard.

Bridging the gap is my goal.

I will make people feel seen, heard, and loved. This has been and is my life’s mission.


One step at a time. A detour… Not an ending.


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