Today marks 3 years of living in LA.

Four apartments, three new jobs, two situationships , one big heartbreak , and zero regrets.

I knew I never really belonged in Jersey. Not forever at least.

I came here because for the first time in my life I did something for me- not because my family needed it or my job asked for it.

I came here because I wanted to experience something entirely new.

I came here because I wanted an adventure.

And to Her credit, the Universe did not disappoint. Not in the LEAST bit.

LA is lonely and hard and ridiculously confusing. It is absurd and quite honestly the people can be pretty f*cking terrible. I’ve worked for some of the shittiest humans out here. And that’s saying something considering who my bosses have been back East.

AND LA is also wonderful. To be part of this wild, uncontrollable city is something I’ve never imagined in my wildest daydreams.

I’ve met some of my BEST friends out here during this experience. I’ve loved (and even let go) of people who have changed me forever.  I’ve faced challenges both personally and professionally that have brought me to my knees on more than one occasion.

This place has grown me in ways I still haven’t even fully grasped yet. 

So thank you Los Angeles for three amazing, chaotic, devastatingly beautiful, emotionally charged, all consuming growth filled years. 

I think I’ll stay for a little while longer.