With the stress of family time over Thanksgiving, holiday madness, and purchasing a home (!!) I had a freak out and snagged a 3 day ticket to L.A for the holiday weekend. There’s something about the west coast that makes me feel a little more whole. I daydreamed about feeling lighter and happier the minute my plane landed – but that really didn’t happen. For some reason, it took me a good 2 days to really unwind and feel comfortable with myself and my surroundings. And by the time I really got the hang of Venice Beach, and spending quality time with Colleen and John, it was time to leave. With a heavy heart, and tears on the plane ride home, I flew back to Little Rock with conflicted emotions.
I second guessed my decision to buy a home. I was a little frustrated with myself for never having the guts to move to a larger city. But, like always, those feels subside when I’m surrounded by the best people I know back home. These are my people. This is where I grow and feel the most supported. I think I just get in a cyclical routine and lose sight of the progress here. And also, I don’t really enjoy the thought of working only to pay rent.
Missing those beautiful palm trees already. Thanks for the love, L.A. XO