New York will always be my home, but I was falling madly in love with this city. The City of Angels. Something about New York was getting to me, it was the same old thing day in and day out. I felt like I was being buried alive, suffocating, that I had to claw my way out just to get some fresh air. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but the lack of excitement in my day to day life was diving me clinically insane. Los Angeles was that new relationship, the one that gives you butterflies, the one you can't wait to explore. Being thousands of miles away home had me feeling so free, and lowered my inhibitions to the point I felt like I was reborn. I was a new Paulina, and as the warm sunny days, turned into cool breezy nights, the less I missed my home.