Well, it's official. I have moved to Los Angeles. I have an apartment. I have a car. I'm still working on the job. I did have a shoot the other day that was great.
While writing this, I'm listening to "Best Day of My Life" by American Authors. It's been stuck in my head since I got here.
I'm all moved into my apartment. It's a nice place, brand new building. It's a little like dorm style living. I'll have two other girls in the same room as me, but they won't be here until September 1st. That's right, a triple all to my self which is great for adjusting and being able to move in and arrange/organize my stuff. There's a stove and oven, microwave, dishwasher (although handwashing is easier), and a washer and dryer here. It came fully furnished. It's in a safe area with security cameras and what not. Oh, and I have a nice place to park my car in the parking garage (no, I was not affected by the water main break about a mile from here, luckily).
The other day, I was driving when it hit me that I'm really here. This time, it isn't just for two months. This is my new home. That is an equally exciting as it is terrifying feeling. It's like starting college all over again, not really knowing what to expect. All I know is, I'm here. I'm not leaving any time soon, no matter how much I may miss home at times. I have to give myself at least a year (preferably more) to stick it out. Think about it. We all need to get jobs, we all need to move out of our parent's home, and make a life for ourselves. So why not make it on the other side of the country? Why not? This is the last chance in my life I get to just pick up and leave without anything tying me down.. no job, no significant other, no kids. What better time than now?
I do miss my family and friends, but I have friends here too and family ( I may not know them very well, but hey, they're still family). The week leading up actually flying out here was tough. Saying goodbye to people and not knowing when you'll see them is not easy. I hate goodbyes, then again, who doesn't? I prefer taking the not actually acknowledging it as a goodbye rather a see you later route. Saying goodbye to the people who have been there for me my whole life, not an easy thing. Talking to them is so wonderful, but also so hard. While at school, I had a tendency of not talking to people at home, and while at home, I had a tendency of not talking to people from school unless they were nearby. I guess, for me, it's easier to not think about it. So, if I don't call you often, don't take it offensively, it's just my coping mechanism for being 3,000 miles away from you. Also, it makes the phone call more special. Like today, I got to talk to my grandmother. It was so nice to hear her voice. I look forward to the next time I see you.
Back to the craziness of this week alone. I'm sure by now, you've heard about the thunderstorm at Venice Beach that resulted in 13 lightning strikes hitting people. That was Sunday. Lesson learned.. there is still weather to be tracked out here. Tuesday, there was a water main break near UCLA (which is less than a mile from me). The pipe was 93 years old. Really, the city should have replaced it. The water resulted in a sink hole. I decided it would be best to avoid that area. Luckily, no flooding occurred over here, just a bunch of helicopters. Today, there was an earthquake measuring 3.0 by Manhattan beach, about fifteen miles from here. I didn't feel anything. Hopefully, there won't be a big earthquake any time soon. Let's see what happens tomorrow.
You know what is so great about Los Angeles? During the day, it's absolutely beautiful outside. It gets hot, but not humid. At night, it cools off so nicely. It's perfect sleeping weather. I was standing on my balcony before writing this and just stared up at the sky. I am so grateful for the opportunity to move across the country and to have the support from everyone back home. Come visit whenever.
Well, I'm going to get back to Orange is the New Black (I finally started watching that show). I can get in a couple episodes before I go to bed. It's only 10 here.
Thank you for supporting me. I love you.
peace.love.happiness.
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