When I was a kid we'd escape the Seattle winter gloom and rain and roll down Interstate 5 to California. Descending from the Shasta National Forest into California's Central Valley, I'd always put down the window and stick my hand gleefully into the warm, rushing air. "It feels like California, mom! It feels like California!" Not long ago but many years later, I found myself traveling that same stretch of highway. Windows down, a hot and dry wind tousled my hair as I reached my hand out into the sun. It sure felt like California alright, and I couldn't help but notice that this realization had left a very big smile on my face. That's when I thought: is it self-abusive to spend your whole life in wet, dark, dank cities when you know you feel so much better in the sunshine? Posing this question to friends on Facebook, the response was overwhelming: "absolutely." A few weeks later I signed a one-year lease on a sunny studio in a tropical fruit-flavored building in Koreatown. I'm now a resident of Los Angeles, the City of Angels. Keeping my eyes open, I've spotted numerous angels in my day to day travels, and we're not just talking about the ones at the top of the tree. READ MORE