Just when you thought you had it all figured out, life takes you on a Magical Mystery ride you can’t ignore.
It was only six days ago the man who I believed I was destined to live with for a year in this eccentric city called Los Angeles, looked me in the eye and said,
“I want to live by myself.”
The words struck me like the out of tune chords he plays on his acoustic guitar. What do you mean you want to live by yourself?
We just found a place… it has a pool.. I just posted a blog about you!
“It’s not you its me” he said.
A line I use multiple times to get out of relationships but I didn’t know Karma would come back in this form.
My male roommate wanted to find his own way and go down his own path. Could I really be upset at that? I wanted to, but I didn’t have time.
My new main objective was finding a place to live in less than a week!
It had only been seven weeks since my move to No Rain, LA and I experienced more curve balls than the three years I lived in Brooklyn.
With a lot of Craigslist filtering, searching, walking, sweating and praying, I finally landed a cozy residential spot with a nook and great natural light for writing. Its a blessing I found this apartment and it’s exactly where I need to be at the moment.
I admit, there was a brief, more like 12-15 hours where I didn’t think…Well, like I said in the previous blog, I’m the person who has to control everything. I want to know what’s going on, what’s next and how I’m getting there. That’s never going to happen. I have to just trust that every setback, failure and low balance, is all temporary, all to make me a stronger, better, wiser human being.
I had an Epiphany, as I looked out my new rear window, I didn’t just move to LA to be a comedy writer, or the tacos, weather and weed I always joke about. I moved here to start a life that I was afraid to live before. I moved here to prove to myself I can do things that seemed impossible to me before. California is where I want to evolve into who I’m meant to be. When I look up at the palm trees, or when I watch the sunset behind the mountains I feel that.
Some days are frustrating, most days I’m working so long and hard I forget the day of the week. I never however, forget why I live here. I’ll never stop striving for the better me and I’ll never stop writing.
Now that I’m settled in my peaceful sublet, I wonder what new adventures are in store for me. Conquering LA on my own won’t be easy, but I have no plans on giving up so I better enjoy the ride and all the twists and turns I will surely experience. Meanwhile, I still haven’t seen Childish Gambino. I live in LA, he lives in LA I just don’t understand what’s happening at this point.