Home Sweet Home (or as we law nerds would say, Domicile Sweet Domicile)

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I flew into LAX during the day. Usually I have night flights and so I am met with the twinkle of the LA skyline. This time I saw something different. I can't say its very pretty. Unlike most airports I fly into, there aren't lush forrestry around. LA instead is all developed or brown mountains. Instead of seeing any green, I saw homes tightly packed together and highways backed up for miles.

Oddly enough, the thing that reminded me of home was when I saw the giant donut. I don't even really like donuts and I've never been to this donut shop, but I remember one of the first things that I saw when I moved to LA when I was 6 years old was this giant donut. I was in awe; we didn't have this in Minnesota. So seeing it 16 years later brought a smile to my face, because we certainly don't have this in DC.

I'm sure other places have a giant donut but it does seem like a quirky LA thing to do. And just like the backed up freeways, there's something strangely comforting with seeing things like that.