Some Peace...

What to write, what to write? Do I find that I have nothing to say because my mind is finally at peace or because there is simply nothing going on in my life right now. Every day is the same. Sleep in, eat, TV, gym, TV, eat, sleep, repeat. There are so many things I could be doing. I am in a completely new place with completely new people. Everything thing is new to me. And yet, I do nothing. Why? If I had to answer, I would say its because this is the calm before the storm, the deep inhalation before the race. I know that come August One, when I move again, my real Los Angeles experience will begin. That is when I'll be where I want to be: close to the beach with (hopefully) a year rental agreement signed and with (hopefully) a job that I love. That's a lot of hope. But I don'’t see anything wrong with that. Call me Andy Duphrane: Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. I know because didn't used to have hope in my life. I had resigned myself to the monotony of adulthood. I had accepted the fact that not everyday will be exciting, new, different. But why? It was this epiphany that set the wheels in motion to get me where I am today. I refused to be like everyone else. At this point, why settle down? Why lock myself into a life I don't want and never wanted? I see people unhappy with their lives and refusing to do anything about it. Not me.

The idea of taking all your possessions, everything you thought you needed and would have forever, and piling them up in the front yard of your god-awful landlord is considered insane. The idea of quitting a good job and moving across the country with no job and no plan is considered insane. The idea of leaving everyone you care about 4000 miles away is considered insane. Well, to me, forgetting happiness and letting your dreams slip into the past unfulfilled is the craziest idea of all. I know it seems that this is all I talk about lately, but I can't help it. It'’s what just about everyone says to me the second I tell them why I moved out here. It'’s only the ones that say congratulations that I continue talking to. I feel I need to surround myself with people who understand why this move had to be done, people who know what I'’m talking about because they did the exact same thing. It's strange, out here, most people feel the same way, but back east, it was totally different. Nine out of ten people thought I had lost my mind. Maybe I did, or maybe I finally found it...but I don'’t regret anything, not one single thing I've done. If you don'’t know what I'’m talking about, come visit...you'’ll understand and, most likely, never want to leave.