so we just hold on.

There are people who live their whole lives according to expectations, their own or someone else's. They live according to a plan and they follow the path of least resistance, and things work out...until one day they don't. Someone gets hurt, a disaster happens and you're forced to realize what's really important. Those least resistance people are the ones most likely to fall apart, either that or they rise to the occasion and emerge changed.
Then, there are people who follow their passion and do what they want to do, whether it makes them successful, rich, famous, or nothing at all. They do what makes them happy and along with that, they live their lives.
These two types of people are equally well liked, and there is no real way to measure their success or their satisfaction. Some people live passionlessly, but are satisfied with the life they've achieved, and some people live with fire and passion but are never satisfied and never good enough for themselves.
I think they trick is striking a balance. It's hard.

Although, actually? That's kind of the trick to everything.

this is what livin' like this does.

I never thought I would miss Fido, but I do. I miss Fido and I miss Cafe Coco and I miss there being one of three trendy locations where we could go and feel like hipsters, and I miss sitting outside in the freezing cold so one or all of us could smoke.
I don't miss Nashville, and sitting alone being miserable without even a car, but I miss you guys. You know who you are. It's a little tough being out here on my own, and realizing that for all that I'm much more interesting than I was, I'm also doing something monumentally stupid in a lot of ways, and there's no one really here to catch me if I fall.
I just though you should know that I love you, and I miss you. Even if I am home, and Los Angeles is infinitely better than anywhere else I could be, there's nothing that will stop me from wishing you were here. I do.

If you're wondering, I figured out what it's going to take to get me a boyfriend. If you don't have this, don't bother. Really.
I want a boy with a guitar to show up on a flying unicorn, and I want him to ask me out via messenger pigeon: "Will you be my girlfriend? Check yes or no," and then I want him to play me a song like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Za9Y2HFhV74.
If he's rich and attractive, that's great too. In fact, since it's my fantasy, he's the Rockstar Prince of Attractiveland. Intellectually, he's my equal or he's smarter than me but he hates math and doesn't read much, and we can talk about things like pop culture and philosophy with equal enthusiasm. Maybe in attractiveland, they don't have celebrities because everyone's attractive, and so people are taken on the merits of their character? I could get into that.
And, because I'm me, the guy would have to be kind of an asshole. Just, yeah. And I'd probably walk away, or maybe I'd run.

But he would chase after me, with his flying unicorn. I think we'll name it Snowflake.