My move to Los Angeles is complete. I've found the grocery store, located a few small movie theaters in the neighborhood and secured an appointment with a weed doctor for my own Los Angeles minted, medical marijuana card. For some reason, the 1959 Journey to the Center of the Earth has been on my mind this past week while moving all my crap. Maybe it is about moving into the belly of the beast of Southern California. Maybe it is about leaving the safety of the familiar. Or maybe it's about never being able to go home again after you've left a place you used to refer to as home. I suppose home is wherever you go...so here I am, here I go.