This Twisted Journey
Entry Two: …And We’re Off!
I arrived in Los Angeles yesterday with my youngest sister, A, in tow. After an eight day roadtrip through the southern half of the U.S.A. I’ve finally reached my destination! From Hampton Roads in Virginia to Los Angeles in Cali, I’ve literally just driven from coast to coast.
On the last day in the car, A asked me if I was nervous about moving to L.A. I told her that I was afraid I would get here and hate it. I told her that I was terrified I’d arrive and find that I had quit my job and left my secure bubble for nothing.
It’s only been 24 hours, but I can already tell that I’m going to be okay out here. The same humming in my bones that convinced me to shake off my nine-to-five and jump into this unknown is gently pushing me onward. Do you remember that scene in West Side Story where Tony sings, “Something’s Coming?” I feel Tony’s excitement tonight. Something is coming. Something good.
Cheers!
S

Entry Two: …And We’re Off!

I arrived in Los Angeles yesterday with my youngest sister, A, in tow. After an eight day roadtrip through the southern half of the U.S.A. I’ve finally reached my destination! From Hampton Roads in Virginia to Los Angeles in Cali, I’ve literally just driven from coast to coast.

On the last day in the car, A asked me if I was nervous about moving to L.A. I told her that I was afraid I would get here and hate it. I told her that I was terrified I’d arrive and find that I had quit my job and left my secure bubble for nothing.

It’s only been 24 hours, but I can already tell that I’m going to be okay out here. The same humming in my bones that convinced me to shake off my nine-to-five and jump into this unknown is gently pushing me onward. Do you remember that scene in West Side Story where Tony sings, “Something’s Coming?” I feel Tony’s excitement tonight. Something is coming. Something good.

Cheers!

S