After a 45 minute walk, one way (shocking for the LA locals), I made it to my Bubie and Aunt Gussie’s apartment complex. I knew exactly where it was. I had not been there in 6 or 7 years but it looked almost the same. It looked as though it was painted, and refreshed. I sat at the corner, and looked at the apartment windows where my grandmother and aunt lived. I just remembered how much I loved being here with them, how much I missed them, and without a doubt I have moved here mainly because of them. I know that sounds strange since my Bubie has been dead for 16 years, and my aunt has been dead for 5 years.

I remember how I talked about moving to CA to take care of my grandmother. She had enpahzema, and lived on an oxygen tank.  I wanted to be a doctor to help her get well. Of course, she died when I was a freshman in high school so that was never going to happen.  This is where the dream began, and I was so excited to finally be living in the land of my dream.

Here is there apartment building.  I am so glad I still remember her, and the fun we always had together. I will always miss her and my aunt and wonder how different my life would have been if I had grandparents.

Life is how it is for a reason, and I am thankful for the time I had with them.