LA LA LA.

Maybe it was the Lakers. Or just Kobe. Or the lady who was interviewing me that insulted VA and DC. Or maybe it's just the fact that it's so freaking sunny and pleasantly warm EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'm not sure what did it, but I am feeling like I need to kick LA in the face.

Sure, I have always hated on the west coast, specifically LA. But, I decided to give it a chance, knowing that there were opportunities out here that I needed to take advantage of. And I realized it was a blind hatred-- I didn't really know what was out here and it's only fair to give everyone and everything a chance. Right?

Well, I'm here. And to be honest, I did enjoy it. And I do enjoy it still. I live in a beautiful house with a backyard that is walking distance to almost everything I need, I have great roommates who are friendly and talented people, I look forward to going to work knowing that I'll always learn something new when I'm there, I've tasted delicious foods from so many different types of cuisines, and I've met genuine, creative, and interesting people, whom I'm grateful to call my new friends.

But it's still off. Which honestly, is probably a good thing. I have yet to feel comfortable enough to just sit back-- which should be seen as a push for me to really put myself out there and reap what I really want from this God-forsaken place; I need to justify my presence in this fake city by benefiting from the opportunities that it has to offer to me.

Reminder to self, real growth involves growing pains.
Must endure, and grow up, and up.