I’ve kept it to the down low, but slowly started to let some dominos fall into place. I just may be preparing to fly west…and stay there.
The idea fell into my head about two years ago. I went to southern California on the press trip, and fell in love…not just using the environment and the warmth but with the people. I instantly made friends there – true, lasting friends – and noticed there were a lot of people…who sort of got me. I’m not just speaking of on an aesthetic level – blonds in adorable little white sundresses inside middle of November – but on a real, personal level. Did I maybe have a California soul?
This became increasingly true as time went on – I’d travel with press groups to OTHER locations, and instantly befriend the people from California. Then I’d travel there for any few days…and secretly not wish to return. It’s not that I don’t really like what is here in New York, but when I’m there, it starts to feel like home.
Still, I was afraid. It’s a tiny scary to leave everything you already know – all that, while not best, is relaxed, and established – and enter an environment that while inviting, is a tiny foreign. One particular is where you sort of have to drive…and I barely know where the gas pedal is. But there are advantages to such a life. Like, I could stop wearing walking shoes…and begin sporting sexy choices just like the Vince Camuto Desmond wedges, on the daily basis – year-round, because I don’t have to worry about snow and slush!
So, will I make the big move? Properly, the lease on my current apartment expires later this spring – and randomly, job opportunities have already started to come to me, before people even knew I was considering the move. There’s a heck of quite a bit it’d be great timing to move on – and away – from; and more so, exciting new roads in my life I’d appreciate to move toward, that maybe I can’t do as extended as I’m here. The chances glance good…will keep you posted!
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