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I Survived and Didn't Die!!!!

So today marks my 5th day in a row that I've gotten up at the crack of dawn, gotten ready for the day hopped in my lovely vehicle and hit the road for the 74 miles to Beverly Hills. Yes people, I survived the commute for five full days in a row.  I've put around 700 miles on my car and spent over 100 bucks on gasoline, that hurts the most. Sucks so bad.  The morning is my favorite, I have patience, it's quiet, it's just me and the road, and 10 million others doing the same thing. It's the evening commute that just brings out anger in me that I never knew I had.  I cuss, I hit my steering wheel, I yell at fellow super dumb ass drivers, I'm sure my blood pressure sky rockets. But I haven't crashed into anything and I haven't died, so I guess week one is not so bad.

Today I fly out of LAX (hate that airport) to Portland for the weekend for a giant family reunion with all my cousins, my parents, sister, new nephew, grandparents, etc. I cannot wait to get on that plane.  It will be the perfect ending to a successful week.

So as my move to LA nears I feel more and more at peace with it.  Yes I'm doing it mostly alone but how can I feel worried. I still just do this stupid dumb ass grin every time I see the LA skyline when I near it.  I have a huge bucket list of places I want to go, things I want to see and things I want to do.  Alone is fine, I will survive.  And right now my happiness is stemmed from my job. I leave work exuberantly. I'm no where near exhausted, I'm stimulated and have energy, sure once I start driving I get tired, but I love this job and the people who I work with. Every single day has been different and fulfilling. So for forty hours out of my week I will be happy, while at work, and the rest of the hours will be spent doing what I want to do, independently. Like I've said a billion times, it only takes me to make me happy.

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