I anticipate quality time with family (without wanting to shoot myself), an occasional rainstorm, curling up with a pumpkin latte in a cafe, and waxing nostalgic on times long gone like I always do whenever I make a trip back home. One week should do the trick. Then, like any good Angeleno, I'll start pining for my flip-flops and my bed.
Naturally, I will be taking plenty of photos -- now that I'm practically a tourist after a decade of calling L.A. my home.
Instagram followers, beware (@thefirstecho).
Looking forward to reuniting my ass with one of Virgin America's lovely seats,