I’m planning on leaving LA, if that wasn’t already obvious. I’ve been here since before I was born and it’s time for something new. Yes, I know that “LA is perfect for what [I] want to do” in the arts/entertainment industry. No, I don’t care. I want four seasons, trees with leaves and a good public transportation system, if that’s not too much to ask.

3 months ago when I realized my adrenaline rush was called Passion, I freaked out. Everyone and everything important in my life right now (and in the near future) is in LA. How can I leave? Now that I’m building something here? Now that I’m creating relationships here?

 First thought: I just won’t get attached!

Second thought: HELL. NO. That was my whole problem: I hadn’t let myself get attached, let myself open up and give everything and every relationship all I had. I’d been putting up a wall and while I was hiding behind it, life was simply happening to me, not for me (with me? if that makes sense.).

I’m not going to think about what will happen when I leave, but instead just be. I’m so happy right now, so forget the future. I’m going to wear my heart on my sleeve, get as attached as I can get, and continue building on everything I already have.

I've heard the grass is greener where you water it, so for now, I'm going to water the hell out of the grasses in LA.