It's all but required to continue sanely through New York City winters that you leave at least once for a reprieve. It's not always possible, but when it is, it is wise. I prefer warm locations that offer the missing sunshine and L.A. has that in abundance, as well as the added bonus of being home to many friends and plenty of work. There's nothing new I can say about it, but the potent and self-evident yin to NY's yang was so innately rebalancing this time that there is also a newness I can't deny.

Starting with a Past Life Regression in a private home on the Pacific Coast Highway for an otherworldly group of Psychonauts, to a grounded talk on productivity and flow states at The CTRL Collective downtown, to the L.A. premiere of The Psychic Trances Show starring my friend, Michael, and I - the week was filled with moments that typify the unique DNA in the city's unmistakable and irreplaceable weirdness. All things in nature leaning towards balance, as a proud and true NYer, I understand leaning toward L.A. If for no other reason than the body must eventually reject the glass, concrete, and steel, and seek its sources in the water, trees, and air. And the tacos don't hurt either.