Moving On Up and Out

I promised I would not exempt myself from the people living in Los Angeles. I was thinking about what I could write about for my first blog post from my perspective.

Coming from a workplace where everything was based on the energy you brought into the space, I have carefully learned to tune into the energy of those around me. Living in a city like LA, my energy is thrown all over the place and it allows me to understand where the good, the bad, and the crazy all exist. I often stop and realize where my own ego needs to be in check, and also where the people around me need to be aware of the energy they are sharing in public. However, there was no better topic for my first blog from my perspective than the truth about moving to a completely new city.

This move was long anticipated. From the moment I had graduated from UC San Diego, I knew I was going to move back to Southern California, no matter what it cost. Even in my graduation post on Instagram, I promised my friends that is what not a goodbye, but a prolonged see you later. I knew it was in my path that I was meant to be in Los Angeles.

When the time finally came to move, everyone was excited for me. Maybe even more excited than I was that I was headed back. It was an overwhelming few weeks of emotion. It was a little sad to be leaving the convenience of family, a bit nostalgic that I was once again leaving Denver, and anxious for the new life that was in front of me. A few days before I left, I went to dinner with some of the best co-workers I will ever have, and one of them told his son that I was moving to LA. The one, haunting word that the seven-year-old uttered to me was, why?

Such wise diction for a seven-year-old right? I am not sure why, actually. I just know that the universe wants me in LA, I want myself in LA, and here I am, moving. I do not have my dream job, I am not living in my dream apartment, so why am I leaving my life in Denver? Because my life in Denver was convenient. I was comfortable, and I was content. I have never been one to accept mediocrity in my life and I was not about to start now. Although there is no definite answer to “why,” this is what I needed at this point in my life journey.

It is funny how life works. Once you open yourself up to the universe, the universe definitely responds with magic. Now that I have reached this move, I can see how the universe helped me line everything up in a strategic manner to get there. Five years ago, my now best friends, encouraged me to take a hip-hop class with them. My first time going to the dance class, I reunited with a friend from elementary school. I had not seen her since fourth grade and, brace yourself for the most shocking part, we weren’t even friends on Facebook. Gasp, I know.

We spent the summer dancing together, reconnecting, and catching up only to once again part ways as she moved to Los Angeles and I moved to San Diego. Aside from the occasional snapchat and classic “Happy Birthday” text, we did not really talk. Here we are five years later, and I randomly run into her at the dance studio again. I had kept seeing signs from the universe to go back to dance. I am telling you, ask and you shall receive. I walked into the studio, after a three-year hiatus, and there she was. I most definitely was not expecting her to be there because she lives in LA, but there she was, and she said to me the six most magical words to this date.

“I am looking for a roommate.”

Boom. The universe had planned this all out for me; I just had to be open to understanding the signs. The universe had been planning this starting five years ago with that simple reunion at a dance studio. She helped me get back to Southern California and the universe showed me how in the most magical way.

Despite that cute story, everything was grand as I was settling into my new apartment with my best friend, my mom, and a new roommate by my side. My college friends texted me every day asking how things were going and when I was going to be free to hangout with them. It was great until it wasn’t.

The glitz and glam of being a newcomer to LA ended. I was welcomed by insane heat, a fire, and lonely days in my bedroom. My friends all have jobs, shocking, I know, and only doing freelance right now, I do not. The reality of moving had hit hard. It is incredibly difficult. I could never understand why people kept telling me how proud they were of me until now. It is uncomfortable, challenging, extremely lonely, and not to mention, expensive.I can't tell you how many times my credit cards got declined because the bank thought all my purchases were fraudulent. There are days where I crave my dog and the familiarity of my life in Denver. There are nights that I lie awake wondering if it will ever feel like home and I lie impatient as to when everything will fall into place.

However, that is also the best thing about moving. In fact, moving to a brand new city was one of the best things I could have ever done for myself. I am a different person because of my move. I am mentally and emotionally stronger as I have learned to adapt to my new life. I have been more in-touch with my myself as I spend more time learning about what drives me and what passions are pushing me towards my new goals. I spend time taking care of myself, focusing on me, and trying to get in touch with the universe to make sure I am on the right path.

I am on the way of becoming the most genuine and authentic version of myself. I did it. I moved. I am growing, changing, and learning to share my gift with the world. We are our most authentic selves when we share what we were brought here to do. This “new home” will be my home as I begin to settle in and bring my light to LA. I moved out and now I am moving up.

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