It is approximately 9:07pm. I am in Los Angeles, California. I’ve been up since forever it seems like. Although this one day has felt like multiple, I am so thankful for slow time. I’m laying down in my top bunk bed, and I’m seeing this. I’m hearing cars hushing clearly, and loudly. I can’t see well because I need new glasses, but the lights help me to see far. Houses still lit, street lights, and big buildings in the distance. I will never be in this moment again. 30 years from now I will tell a story about this moment, and I’ll get to see this from the view of a window and not from my own eyes. Unlike the busy cars, I’m not in a hurry to move on from this moment. I just want to sit here a little longer. My eyes can’t stop gazing on the heart that is Los Angeles. I am so full with adventure and the overwhelming feeling of being complete. I think that’s what a change in pace does. It makes you feel parts of your soul that you didn’t normally pay attention to. God has work in this city, I’m so excited to see and to be apart of it. How sweet it is to feel so small.