Three years ago I made one of the best decisions of my life – I packed up my shit, stuck my kitty in a carrier (RIP Jax), swallowed my fears, left my insecurities at a United Airlines gate in Newark, and got on a one-way flight to Los Angeles.
With all of the hurdles, grief, and heartbreak of the last year, I’ve still never felt as much at Home anywhere as I do here in the City of Angels (OK, New Orleans closely follows, but it’s still second in line). I really feel like it’s my life force. Lost jobs, lost family members (resulting in some kick-my-ass depression), financial struggles, lost confidence, and almost a lost apartment (shit got real), forced me to admit to feeling defeated, but never giving defeat the win. As the saying goes, “I didn’t come this far to only come this far”. My resilience got me through all of life’s past hardships, just as it will today and in the coming days.
When I need help to stay dry in the storm, I head to Venice and take in the art, or drive up to Mulholland and breathe in the breeze. Hike Malibu – the solace in a California mountain is magical and can work wonders on one’s psyche. Soak up the lights of the city from Griffith Observatory at night. Sink my toes into the sands of Santa Monica and watch the Pacific roll in slow and steady.
About two weeks ago I was watching a show on TV, and one of the characters blurted out, “It’s fucking LA, literally anything is possible”. I sat and thought about that quote for awhile afterwards.
So here’s to three years and many more in a city hell bent on kicking my ass. I see you L.A. You’ve met your match.