When I’m back in NYC, I’m like,  this is where I belong. Why am I not here? Why do I live somewhere else now? Then I get back to LA, and it’s 70 degrees out and I wake up rested, happy and charged, and I’m like, well, this is pretty great. Maybe this is where I should be right now. I’m either bipolar or an INCREDIBLY efficient Gemini.

Note: I have no idea how or why, but pictured above is ‘Pisco, the Therapy Lama.’