I often get caught up in moments of anticipation. There are 16 days between New York and Los Angeles, and I can't help but think about how different its going to be to be home. After being so removed for so long I don't know what to expect. It's strange when you develop such different lives, both so prominent. How can they ever coexist? I will never be able to introduce California to New York because they are both immovable. So, instead, I attempt to put one on pause to go back to the other, but it never works, because life goes on when I am not there. Time works in such curious ways. It slows down for one person while simultaneously slipping through the fingers of another, but I have become increasingly aware of this fact that it doesn't stop for anyone.