Sitting, watching the sunset at Venice Beach (after getting lost for half a day trying to find my way around), I said to myself, “Yup, I’m gonna take the leap”. I came back after a week in Los Angeles told my mom I was moving to LA. I quit my job (well I gave my one month notice, I’m considerate of other people), sold anything that I wasn’t bringing with me and moved to LA the following month.
I had gotten a call from my dad a week after I had moved to LA; found my apartment (getting lost for two hours trying to get to said apartment), bought a car, the usual. He told me how proud he was of me and that he would have never been able to do what I just did. And that’s a little bit about me.