Week 3

 
 I find that one of the greatest compliments someone can ever give me is to tell them I make them laugh.

And that has absolutely NOTHING to do with this post.

     Let me just say that no matter what you're going through, how you feel, or what you think, life will work itself out. That being said.

HOLY SHIT!!!

     A week ago I was at home in St. Louis, completely stressing about the next few days to come. As heavy as I felt, I also felt as if I was gliding along, but not in a euphoric, "I just took some really great X" sort of way. Everyone kept asking me if I was excited for the move but I could never bring myself to say yes. To be honest all I could think about was how much I didn't want to go back to not sleeping in my own bed. I didn't want to leave my family room chair (that I hate with a passion). I didn't want to leave my dog Shadow. Here I was, on the verge of finally doing what I've been wanting to do since 2011, and I didn't want to leave.

     But on Friday morning, leave is exactly what I did. Me and my father made the 1800 mile trek to my new "home" of Los Angeles. And I must admit, no matter how this may make me look in your eyes, I cried the moment I dropped him off at LAX. I couldn't help it. It was at that moment where it felt real. Where I felt my life had completely changed and there was no going back, no matter how much I may have wanted to.

   But eventually my tears dried, and I started on the long list of things I needed to do. And after 5 days, I can say that I have both a job AND my own apartment. Don't ask me how. I have no idea how all of this has happened so fast, but I do know I am completely exhausted.

And it's only just beginning.....