on moving east.

There’s something magical about setting your mind to achieve a goal (or as I’d so eloquently say, make shit happen) and then…it actually happening. Something about will power that propels you to leave your comfort zone to begin a journey you’ve secretly and then not-so-secretly dreamt about. The ever present desire to live outside of your home state, twenty-seven years from north to south to the city of angels, the desire-turned-need to embark on an adventure.

A year ago today, I was in the process of signing papers to become a condo owner in West LA. Uncertain if it was the right decision for me but certain it was a good decision…I’ve learned, those are the toughest scenarios. When “want” is no longer the driver, we’re left with a question we’ll (hopefully) only be able to selflessly ask for a short while longer – what’s best for me?

Ultimately, I knew I needed this move. I knew I needed to feel a new sense of independence, to feel somewhat helpless only to allow my experiences help create what will eventually feel like “home”. There have definitely been fun nights out and afternoon rendezvous paired with familiar faces that have kept me from really feeling homesick. But really? My roots have sprouted and sunk most firmly into this city during my strolls to 7am yoga. So few people on what usually are bustling streets. So few noises and honks and heels echoing off the highs and lows of endless buildings. Just the shuffle of my Toms watching the pavement and thinking on loop - I’m here. I’m really here.

-jnet