Everyone has dreams. Mine was to pack up a few boxes and move to southern California. Upon much reflection this week, I've realized that it seems like I've been here for much longer than three years. My life is so utterly and completely here in Los Angeles. Bryan and I have truly planted roots. There's hardly a spec of who are now, in the locations that we once haunted. Does that make sense? We are on our way to becoming the people we've always hoped to be. I must give credit to my surroundings. Much of our growth revolves around being extremely uncomfortable and planting our toes in foreign territories. Dear Los Angeles, I sure love you. No, I mean it. I do.
