It’s funny how everyone thinks they want to be someone they’re not. What about being the person you are and trying it on for size?
Tonight I found out that no matter what you think, things can always change. Let me explain myself …
I thought my boyfriend was just a guy. Someone who wouldn’t understand if I had hopes and dreams—but I was wrong. I work at a public relations and marketing agency and I’m not sure how much I like my job. Things are good for us, but it’s my first “real job” and I’m just not so sure it’s where I’m supposed to be. I came from New York City—still what I think to be the greatest city in the world—and moved to Orange County, CA … the safest cities in America (eww). What would possess a girl to move from NYC to the OC, you ask? I could try to give lame excuses: a job, the sun, the promise of the Golden State, but I really have no idea. I must have left for a reason, I thought, and I’m damn sure going to try to make it work.
I don’t give up easily. I came to CA and everything was perfect. The job. The Boyfriend. The sunshine. But a part of me always feels like something is missing. Maybe it’s the nineteen million people that I’m used to being surrounded by, or maybe it’s my family, who used to be only an hour flight away and now they’re seven hours and two flights away. Either way, I moved to California and here I am. Trying to make things work. This is just the beginning of my story. I have no doubt there will be much more to tell.