Yesterday marked three years since I moved to Los Angeles. I can vividly remember the build up. The anxiety, the stress, the excitement, the fear that it was all just a dream.
And then the hope. I remember the extreme feeling of hope.
I remember feeling like “I know this is what I’m supposed to be doing” and “I know this feels right.” I remember being so nervous to live by myself and then squashing that doubt with the feeling of not caring because I was going to live the dream I had dreamt for so long. I was going to live in the City of Angels.
I can’t exactly remember when my fascination with LA began but it had to have been somewhere around 12 or 13 years old. My family would travel to Southern California for softball tournaments and I could never get enough of the city. I wanted to be everywhere at once. I wanted to drive down every street. My dad used to joke that I would tell people “I don’t care if I sit in traffic for 5 hours, at least I’m sitting in LA.” The hope that this was the city where dreams were born and came true was so unbelievable to me. It was all I wanted. I wanted to build and see my dreams come true here too.
Three years I’ve been in this same one bedroom apartment. A year and a half ago I gained a roommate who has morphed from my best friend into the sister I never had. Together we continue to grow up and embrace the hilarious challenges that constitute being a 20-something.
Three years later I’m still scared, but in a good way. I think if you ever completely lose the fear of something you love then you become comfortable and then you become stagnant. I don’t ever want to become stagnant. So this fear is a good fear. I still love being in LA. I love feeling like I could do a million different things at once. I love feeling like I can change my look, my voice, my walk, my story at any given moment. But three years later, I don’t think I want to change as many things as I used to. I’m much more comfortable with who I am. Being in LA and seeing all the change can do that to you – it makes you choose a path and make it your own.
I can’t wait to continue to grow and change with LA. I can’t wait to continue to come into my own in this city. I’m a born and raised California girl, and right now, there is now where else I’d rather be to continue to grow up and figure out who I want to be.
I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing my ass off as I write this. (For the record, I’m also still feeling 22.)
I don’t know what LA thinks it is doing, but this freezing cold is not something I remember about Southern California this time last year. I mean it gets a little chilly, like 60 degrees MAX. But waking up to 36 degrees is not something I would like to keep experiencing.
Blood thinning is REAL depending on where you live. Your body adapts to the temperature outside and thins your blood accordingly. Since I’ve been in Southern California the past 5 years I would venture to say my blood is VERY THIN.
WAIT time out. As I’m writing this I actually just Googled “blood thinning in cold weather” and it’s all lies. I don’t want to retract my previous statement because then I would be lying to the Internet and acting like a priss who knows everything (as most everyone already does) and I refuse to do that when I have learned something new. So I guess your blood doesn’t thin, but your body does acclimate to different climates and retains a different amount of body fat if you live in colder weather.
Bottom line – I AM FREEZING. Los Angeles needs to stop being a little rebel child with this cold weather and go back to being an endless summer.
This past weekend, I lived the ultimate LA weekend. Almost anything you could possibly associate as an LA thing, I did. Please see below for a play-by-play. I’ll try not to sound too much like a douche bag.
- Taco night in Brentwood with friends on Friday night. Complete with a dozen Sprinkles cupcakes.
- Saturday morning power yoga session on 2nd Street in Santa Monica.
- Vegan, gluten free lunch after the above yoga session at Real Food Daily on 6th and Santa Monica Blvd.
- Haircut on Robertson Blvd in Beverly Hills. (That only cost $33. Which is UNHEARD OF in Beverly Hills. I’m a coupon wizard.)
- Dinner in Westwood at a Mexican restaurant followed by some light shopping at Urban Outfitters. (I found the greatest military jacket that I’ve been on the hunt for, for going on 7 months.)
- Night out with friends on Saturday night in Brentwood.
- Farmers Market in Studio City on Sunday morning complete with a celebrity sighting. Gavin Rossdale and his children are very good looking.
- Beach day on Sunday afternoon at Manhattan Beach. With a salted carmel ice cream from Manhattan Beach Creamery that was truly life changing.
- Day party with friends in Pasadena. Lots of flower crowns and hipster music were involved.
And that was my weekend. Reading that back I totally sound like a pretentious LA douche bag. But I’m not sorry about any of it because I had the best weekend spending quality time with friends who I very dearly love. I’m not ready to come out of the land of flower children and hipster music just yet so Monday, please hold off for a little longer.