So, what’s up with me?
Well, if you’ve been following any of my social media accounts (IG @societygrl) you can probably tell I’ve gone “bonkers” – a side effect of spending time with Brits on this one. Not the psycho, unstable type, but one where I finally feel free and honestly, don’t give a f%$#. Finally feeling like I’m coming into my own where a Cartier love bracelet or new designer shoes hold less stature for me now.
I’m starting to understand who I am (not quite sure on this one lols) & who I want to become.
I haven’t written much since my move to LA. Why? I was uneasy and filled with apprehension, and as a result, stopped believing in myself.
The move itself wasn’t difficult at all, I always felt like I belonged in LA, but moving to a new city and leaving everything and everyone behind did takes its toll on me.
So, here we are, 3 months later.
My days in LA are typically spent near the beach where I relish in the fact that it feels like I’m constantly on vacation.
Exciting news! This week I’m moving to a beach front property in Santa Monica where the ocean is my front yard. I’m actually quite keen to move because West Hollywood just didn’t seem like my cup of tea. Not to mention that I’ve dreamt about living on the beach since I was a child.
Friends come in scarce numbers around the area. The type of friends that will drive an hour to the airport at 11:30pm to pick you up, I’ve noticed only come once in a blue moon. I’ve made a few here and I’ve held on tight. It’s like I’m creating my own nest here and slowly letting go of my old life in Seattle.
I’ve began being active again – something I’ve grown to miss. Waking up fatigued and noticing subtle changes with my body gives me nostalgia of the happy days before my eating disorder. I had decided to join a beach volleyball league and learned (or still learning) how to surf! Some days I run by the beach, while others are spent tippling wine. Let’s be honest here, I’m not a saint.
I did, however, find that I prefer a nice house Merlot as opposed to a white wine.
With all the physical changes, I especially feel as though I’m embracing all my insecurities.
I don’t need to have my hair and make up done to feel beautiful. I’m starting to love my body and appreciate it, for it’s the only one I’ve got. Moreover, I’m conscious and aware of the impact my family and friends have made on me, but becoming my own individual and creating my own life where I’m stable, where I’m truly content, has and will be my number one priority.
So, life has actually been quite merry lately. Who can complain living where other people vacation? I swear I have to pinch myself to actually believe that this is all happening.