If I had a dollar for how many times I’ve been asked that…I would fly across the world, to a place that didn’t speak English just so I didn’t have to hear it again.
I get such weird looks when I tell them I didn’t move up here for a job, a boyfriend, or to get famous. Maybe I should start lying. The truth is, I lived in San Diego for 20 years and felt I did everything I could possibly do in that city.
Do I miss my friends? Yes. Do I miss my family? Of course. But there was something depressing about spending another year, doing the same things I’ve already done and seeing the same places I’ve seen a million times. I started to feel like Bill Murray in “Groundhogs Day” (just short of the numerous suicide attempts). Life wasn’t meant to be predictable. If it was, why live another day?
Los Angeles is perfect. It’s far enough to be unfamiliar but close to enough for me to go back home when I get home sick. There’s just so many things to do in this city and every experience is a new one, which makes me so excited.
So there you have it. I’m embarking on a new journey. Living by myself for the first time in a new city. Let’s hope it is kind to me.