Hey gang! Writing to you from sunny LA, as promised.
I'll say it's hard lately to write these posts. So much is going on. I feel like if I talk about it, I'll realize just how overwhelmed I am. I was thinking this, sitting in my Airbnb in LA. It's only my third day here, and I've chosen to stay inside and get work done. I have a Zoom meeting/recording later and dinner with my oldest brother tonight, so it's not like I'm doing nooooothing. So I thought I'd carve out some time to knock out the work I'd set aside while traveling.
But it's noon for me already, and I've gotten barely any work done. I just have a million and one options to do at any moment, and I get paralyzed. Should I eat breakfast and have coffee, or should I shower first? Do I get dressed or braid my wet hair? Hop right into work or ease into the day with some TV? Just so much.
And I'm homesick already. Maybe being overwhelmed is part of that. Maybe it's my period coming. I thought a month would fly by leading up to this trip, but now that I'm here alone, the days seem so long. I miss coming home to a dog, and I miss the calming, reassuring presence of my boyfriend. He's honestly such a big supporter and always knows how to calm me down.
I also feel made-up pressure from external forces for this trip. Everyone's wishing me good luck like I'm heading to an audition when I planned this trip so I could be in LA. Like when I took my trip to Dublin just to be in Ireland. No goals, no plans, just a box I felt a compulsion to tick.
I'm taking a class at Next Level Studios while I'm here, definitely sightseeing, and I've applied for some gigs on Backstage. But do I think I'll leave here with an agent or something? No. But I'm open to surprises.
On my first day here, I was mostly resting as I'd caught a stomach bug, but I sucked it up for dinner with one of my oldest friends at a place nearby. It was soooooo nice to see her. We could've talked all night. I'm so glad I made myself go.
Then, yesterday I was still taking it a little easy, making sure I was over the bug. I walked down the street to some vintage shops I spotted on my way to dinner the previous night. They were super cool, and I will almost definitely be back for more. I also mentally bookmarked the Ethiopian restaurants there to try out when my stomach is all better. I can't stay in Little Ethiopia and not try Ethiopian. That would be crazy!
Also, trying to pace myself on activities cause money. Everything costs money. Well, at least all the things nearby. I need to do more research on parks and shit I can go to cause those are probably free.
Oh, my place is nice! Lucky for me, the Airbnb is exactly as described by its page and its reviews. sigh of relief Honestly, it's better than the pictures. It's bigger and better equipped, and stocked than the listing said. Not mad about that.
So, I'm trying to keep my head on straight, eat the elephant one bite at a time, as they say. But sometimes, it's like I'm not even to the eating part yet. Like I've known my whole life that I wanted to eat elephants, that's what I was meant to do, but I don't know how to acquire the permits? Or something. And there are all these other people eating elephants, but they all got to it their own way, so all their advice feels meaningless, and isn't it all about luck and connections, anyway? I know twenty-eight is still young, but it feels like forever when you've known about elephant eating since third grade.
sigh Anyway. Back to work.
Currently Binging: Love Is Blind, Doom Patrol, Legion
Last Movie I Watched: Good on Paper