Exactly two months ago I made the leap and moved to SoCal to start a new life. It’s been a journey for sure, with unexpected expenses, missing friends/family, work woes and (mostly) highs and a little bit of a challenge meeting new people. But for the most part, I love it here. A couple weekends ago I went “home” (to Seattle) for my birthday and while I was ecstatic to see friends and family, I left feeling a little underwhelmed by the city. I was expecting to show up and feel a huge rush of emotions ranging from “why did I leave my life?!” to “I miss the green landscape and the blue water and rain and clouds, I wanna come back!” While I do miss my friends and family immensely and have always loved the NW weather, when I returned to LA I realized that this is now home. I was comfortable here and the hustle and bustle of West Hollywood was familiar and strangely calming. Definitely a bit of a shock that I had mentally made the transition already.
Maybe this feels like home quicker than I thought because I didn’t really have a ‘normal’ place to stay in Sea (like my mom’s house or my own bedroom) and maybe when summer arrives I’ll really start feeling the homesick bug, but for the time being, I am completely happy with my new surroundings. It’s sunny, the men are mostly beautiful (just need to meet a few… more…), there is no shortage of activities and the potential for career growth here is great. I’m not sure how quickly I’ll want to move away from here, so now the challenge is to convince all my friend to move down :). I’ve already got a couple in the works.
A few highlights after two months:
So, that’s about it. Things are going well and I’m only hoping they continue to get better.