More moving.
Moving to Santa Monica, because it's gorgeous and much more easily accessible.
I get calls from friends every other day, and while it's soothing, it also leaves me heartbroken. I miss New York dearly...
but realistically, all I had left in New York City was my friends-- and while they mean more than anything-- I needed to get out here to California and stop holding myself back, and start actually living out my dreams. It just sucks, because I'd love to take them with me. I'd love to hang out with them at the beaches of Santa Monica, and just ramble about the most menial things-- yet it all seems epic.
I also miss the food. Pizza and chinese food in California is sooooooo damn horrible.
I get calls from friends every other day, and while it's soothing, it also leaves me heartbroken. I miss New York dearly...
but realistically, all I had left in New York City was my friends-- and while they mean more than anything-- I needed to get out here to California and stop holding myself back, and start actually living out my dreams. It just sucks, because I'd love to take them with me. I'd love to hang out with them at the beaches of Santa Monica, and just ramble about the most menial things-- yet it all seems epic.
I also miss the food. Pizza and chinese food in California is sooooooo damn horrible.