June 18th. Seriously!? June 18th twenty fourteen? Let me tell you this: last year at this moment...I lived in Loma Linda, I was unsettled, nervous about the future and had no idea where or what I was doing with my life. I was applying for jobs, randomly, I wasn't getting any bites. Life was in a rough patch.
Let's just take into account the last 12 months of my crazy, whirlwind, learned-so-much-, grew-so-much, life:
July '13: Spent 4th of July alone, survived, interviewed for a job that would take me a completely different direction, GOT IT. Began figuring out how, when, where I was going to live in LA, obtained two best friends to be roommates with.
August '13: Started new job, part time, began commuting, hated it, but survived! Got a bomb dropped that my best friend and 1 of 2 roommates was moving to CO. Whirlwind began. Three weeks later, full-time with new job.
September '13: Continued commuting, best friend/roommate moved to Colorado, lived alone in the house for the rest of the month. Got ANOTHER bomb dropped at the end of Sept. that OTHER roommate would no long be living in LA either. I mean, do you realize how stressful this was!? Moved from my house to friends house up the street until I figured every thing out.
October '13: Started becoming very close with a new friend, who offered his couch and open arms and strength and shared sorrows. No need for details, but he was really there for me. Celebrated 28th birthday with a bang, dinner in WeHo, Disney Land, epic. Started going down hill as the commute was taking a giant toll on my value of life...exhaustian, stamina, work, everything. Took said friend's offer for couch. Saved my life, in more ways then one!
November-January: traveled what felt like, 100 times to Seattle for Holidays, lived with friend in Hollywood, ventured to Loma Linda to get clothes...Finally January 17th marked my move: I found a studio to call my own, in the area I wanted. I packed up my belongings in Loma Linda and moved! Kadin and Pj helped me BIG time and without them...well... it would have been awful. Three month mark at new job, got a raise.
Side note: Pj took me to the AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS, no big deal. ;)
January marked new and exciting things for me: First official apartment in Los Angeles, first time living completely alone. A giant city, and me. The world at my finger tips. The next 6 months have been a blur.
I tried several new things:
Restaurants that I have always wanted to go to, drives in a convertible down the PCH, I attended my first musical at the Pantages Theatre(Book of Mormon) I went on a few dates, I met some new people, I explored Santa Barbara, went to Palm Springs. Had several adventures in Downtown LA which led to discoveries of places such as Lash Bar, The Perch, Golden Gopher, had MANY adventures in WeHo, so much fun. Became obsessed with nachos. I attended my first PRIDE. I was overwhelmed and loved every minute of it, it is definitely crazy, definitely fun, definitely exciting. I did a Mud Run, which let me tell you, a year ago I wouldn't have done. I somehow went to Grey Stone Manor for a Pre-Oscar event, (thank you Pj) and hung with celebrities, I also went to Grey Stone Manor on a normal weekend night and was treated to VIP table service. I walked Hollywood Blvd, I rode the Metro, I went to Malibu mountains and drank way too much wine, I went to LACMA, I explored Los Feliz, I had fish tacos, I broadened my drinking palette and tried new things. I started a gym routine, I kept up with it. I got a raise. I cooked a lot more, I embraced the quirkiness of my apartment and my Bug, I lived, and am still living. I mean this list can only grow and I could add to it much more by looking back on my instagram photos, but for now, this is good.
Needless to say, the world was really trying to yank me in 32 different directions but I didn't let it take over, I fought the negatives, I fought the let downs, I moved and made it happen. I did it because it made me happy. Let me say it again: all it takes to be happy, is to first be happy with you, who you are, and your life.
That's all for now.
Let's just take into account the last 12 months of my crazy, whirlwind, learned-so-much-, grew-so-much, life:
July '13: Spent 4th of July alone, survived, interviewed for a job that would take me a completely different direction, GOT IT. Began figuring out how, when, where I was going to live in LA, obtained two best friends to be roommates with.
August '13: Started new job, part time, began commuting, hated it, but survived! Got a bomb dropped that my best friend and 1 of 2 roommates was moving to CO. Whirlwind began. Three weeks later, full-time with new job.
September '13: Continued commuting, best friend/roommate moved to Colorado, lived alone in the house for the rest of the month. Got ANOTHER bomb dropped at the end of Sept. that OTHER roommate would no long be living in LA either. I mean, do you realize how stressful this was!? Moved from my house to friends house up the street until I figured every thing out.
October '13: Started becoming very close with a new friend, who offered his couch and open arms and strength and shared sorrows. No need for details, but he was really there for me. Celebrated 28th birthday with a bang, dinner in WeHo, Disney Land, epic. Started going down hill as the commute was taking a giant toll on my value of life...exhaustian, stamina, work, everything. Took said friend's offer for couch. Saved my life, in more ways then one!
November-January: traveled what felt like, 100 times to Seattle for Holidays, lived with friend in Hollywood, ventured to Loma Linda to get clothes...Finally January 17th marked my move: I found a studio to call my own, in the area I wanted. I packed up my belongings in Loma Linda and moved! Kadin and Pj helped me BIG time and without them...well... it would have been awful. Three month mark at new job, got a raise.
Side note: Pj took me to the AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS, no big deal. ;)
January marked new and exciting things for me: First official apartment in Los Angeles, first time living completely alone. A giant city, and me. The world at my finger tips. The next 6 months have been a blur.
I tried several new things:
Restaurants that I have always wanted to go to, drives in a convertible down the PCH, I attended my first musical at the Pantages Theatre(Book of Mormon) I went on a few dates, I met some new people, I explored Santa Barbara, went to Palm Springs. Had several adventures in Downtown LA which led to discoveries of places such as Lash Bar, The Perch, Golden Gopher, had MANY adventures in WeHo, so much fun. Became obsessed with nachos. I attended my first PRIDE. I was overwhelmed and loved every minute of it, it is definitely crazy, definitely fun, definitely exciting. I did a Mud Run, which let me tell you, a year ago I wouldn't have done. I somehow went to Grey Stone Manor for a Pre-Oscar event, (thank you Pj) and hung with celebrities, I also went to Grey Stone Manor on a normal weekend night and was treated to VIP table service. I walked Hollywood Blvd, I rode the Metro, I went to Malibu mountains and drank way too much wine, I went to LACMA, I explored Los Feliz, I had fish tacos, I broadened my drinking palette and tried new things. I started a gym routine, I kept up with it. I got a raise. I cooked a lot more, I embraced the quirkiness of my apartment and my Bug, I lived, and am still living. I mean this list can only grow and I could add to it much more by looking back on my instagram photos, but for now, this is good.
Needless to say, the world was really trying to yank me in 32 different directions but I didn't let it take over, I fought the negatives, I fought the let downs, I moved and made it happen. I did it because it made me happy. Let me say it again: all it takes to be happy, is to first be happy with you, who you are, and your life.
That's all for now.
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