As we all know, a lot can change in four months. You grow, you experience and you hit obstacles you never knew existed. Four months can be heaven or hell. For me, it has been both. I’ve discovered that success stories tend to gloss over how gut-wrenching, soul-crushing and hair pulling the “actual” transition part of changing up your entire world. They tend to gloss over the hard parts, mash it all up with a montage and music. There isn’t much talk about the constant failure, the self-doubt and the times when you’re up against a wall with no other choice but to keep fighting.
So, I fight. I fight to give myself the life I’ve always imagined. A far cry from the life I grew up in, it was a decent childhood, but not one that needs to repeat. I fought to leave Utah and I fight to avoid going back. Truth be told, I’ve always wanted more and always had the highest expectations, of myself and others. This has likely hindered me in many ways because I’m competitive, lack a filter and love a good win. I fight.
I left Utah in March of this year and since then I’ve called my mother more times than I should share, cried almost everyday, spent money I shouldn’t have, drank one shot too many, yelled at friends, got lost, and ran out of gas. But that’s only the beginning of the hell.
In the last nine months I’ve also had the opportunity to volunteer for the San Diego Zoo, make a new friends and have kick ass adventures, experience PR agency life, work three more film festivals, spend a month living with my best friend, experiment with social media communities, try delicious food and explore two new cities. And let’s not forget why I’m in L.A., my kick ass PR job.
I’ve only been to L.A., once, in 2009. Four years ago. L.A., is this beautiful bubble that I never thought I’d feel apart of and suddenly I am. I’m doing what is essentially my teenage dream job, seriously, 16-year-old me is giddy. Which is fucking awesome and beyond everything I thought possible.
So, here I am in L.A. on Thanksgiving Eve preparing to spend my first Turkey Day without family. I’m thankful that I’ve had 26 wonderful memories of turkey and my brother throwing mashed potatoes. I’ve been through hell and back but I’m nothing without the people behind me and I’m beyond thankful for that.
And Sunday Ticket.
And Miley. Happy Thanksgiving!!
My first 4th of July away from home. It is a bittersweet day and even more bitter because I have to work. The perks of working in the restaurant industry. :) Nonetheless, I work close enough to the San Diego bay that I will be able to see some of the magical San Diego firework action. I hear it is … [Read More...]
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It's official.... I've lived in San Diego for 3 months!! I can't believe it has already been 3 months, yet it seems like longer. So much as happened. 2 parking tickets, loss of a client, self-doubt, brutal homesickness and those are just the "highlights". I've never been more proud of myself than … [Read More...]
I've officially been here for 5 weeks. I've fallen into a groove of going to my internship, then work and exploring in my down time. It is completely surreal to not have everything, and everyone, I know within a twenty-minute radius. Each day is challenge and a new adventure; basically everything I … [Read More...]