Anyone who knows me will have garnered that my ex-husband was not my first love, perhaps not even my greatest love, which was (and is…) Los Angeles. It has not been an easy relationship, one with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, and getting dumped by LA circa 1999 was one of the worst things to happen to me, sending me back home to London with my tail between my legs, bereft. But, following my heart much moreso than my head (just as I have done with my ex-husband, undoubtedly), I kept coming back for more, unable to scratch the perpetual itch of possibility and of opportunity that is the City of Angels.