There's something therapeutic about moving. It's a time to look at everything you own, collect, and let define you. You can look at all these things and take them with you or you can choose to leave them behind.
So, here's the big news; I'm in L.A. for the long haul. Today I filled out an app for an apartment in Hollywood. It's a one bedroom, but between Matt and I, it's a perfect fit and hopefully a home for the next twelve months. We're both looking forward to the change and welcome the new challenges and experiences associated with such a move.
So begins a new chapter (cliche, but appropriate) and a spring cleaning of body and soul. Along with this toxin-removal (of the inter-personal variety, I still plan to tox it up on the weekends; youth) I would like to make a few resolutions. I've found in the last year that my will has really solidified and I'm able to take control of my life a bit more than I originally thought possible. One of which is writing. I miss taking the time to sit down and just let some thoughts hit pad; key or paper, whatever is available.
With the resolutions I've made, I'm thinking life should be taking an amazing turn into uncharted territory. I'm ready and anticipating the next few months. Let's see what happens when a mid-west farm boy (stereotypes, we all have them) moves to the big city and tries to take on one of the most cut-throat industries in America.
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