Hi Everyone – sorry for the delay in posting, as you know I moved from New York City to Los Angeles, so it was a bit of a task and I haven’t had a lot of time to just sit down and blog! If you follow me on Instagram, you probably already know that I made it to LA safely and my life has certainly changed quite a bit in just a few short weeks.  I went from having:

• a full time job
• living in my own studio apartment
• having a long distance relationship
• adhering to my own schedule

           to

• living in a two bedroom apartment with my no longer long distance boyfriend
• having a dog – yes, you may have also seen sweet Huckleberry on my Instagram (I’m a human pooper scooper now!)
• being fun-employed (aside from my side hustle!) aka a lot more free time

Sooooo, it’s been quite a change to say the least and it hasn’t all been easy either.  I have certainly had my moments of worry and fear: maybe I won’t find work or will I like life in LA? and just feeling that LA is so different than NYC.  All those thoughts have been swirling in my head the last two weeks and are part of the challenge of making such a big move, like I did.  I have to remind myself (often) that what I did was a huge undertaking in a short period of time.  I didn’t just move to another city, I moved to be in a relationship and fill in parts of my life that were missing in NYC.  However, that fulfillment came with giving up other aspects of my life.

It’s hard to cope with the ups and downs of such a big decision but I don’t regret making the move or quitting my job and leaving my independent life in NYC.  I just have to keep reminding myself that my life isn’t going to be perfect right away; it’s going to take time and patience for all the pieces to come together.

I try to think back to when I first moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA or when I moved to NYC the first (and second time). They were both so hard…I was terribly homesick when I started UCLA.  I didn’t find my footing for a long time.  I pushed myself to get out there: I joined a sorority, made friends out and about and connected with people from Northern California (where I am from) but I don’t think I really found myself until later in freshman year – and sometimes I don’t know if I ever found myself at all.

When I moved to NYC, the first time, I was so excited: I thought I was going to be living the Project Runway dream: working in fashion and being super glamourous.  Well it was like that (kind of): I scored an internship in fashion and started at Parsons to study fashion design and marketing.  However, the path for my life there was still unclear and I remember feeling lost and lonely a lot.

Now, as I move and change my life (again), I know that I am better off, being a bit older and wiser (perhaps?), but the same fears I had before do seep in and I do feel more pressure because I have a relationship to keep up with as well.  However, I’m finding my footing here and I am thoroughly enjoying not being long distance anymore (FacetTime — what’s that?!), reconnecting with friends and just learning to enjoy a more laid back city.

{Side bar:  I’m curious – do you like these personal posts?  Let me know in the comments below!}

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