The Cali in Me

Yesterday, as I was signing some outgoing letters to clients, I noticed that my signature has morphed into "Kristina L___A___," or "Kristina L A." It's mostly because I'm lazy and cannot be bothered to write out Lund Alcantara every time I sign my name. And really, wouldn't that be sort of a waste of time? There's money to be made; people to be saved! Who has time to clearly pen each letter of such a long name? But, while this signature is primarily for convenience's sake, I've decided it's also radical. Kristina L.A. Sounds like I should be famous.

I miss L.A. sometimes. The heat, the smog, the tacos, the ocean, the palm trees, the smell of jizz trees on the quad, the spanish architecture, the hills, the never-ending city, the rain in february, and mostly, college and everything that goes all with that. I can't imagine ever moving back to L.A. and I doubt I ever will, but I will always have a soft spot for it in my heart. So, I guess it's only appropriate to sign my name Kristina L____A____, paying homage to that part of me that sat on the front porch in the winter wearing flip-flops and chain smoking in balmy 50 degree weather. Nevermore, nevermore.