After a long search process since earlier this year, I’m finally moving from Long Beach.
Did you know that is where I have lived since I moved out on my own for the first time, from my parents up on The Central Coast? Yep. For 3 and a half years, almost exactly, I have been in “The LBC”, about 45 minutes from LA. Now, I will be returning to the first town I ever lived in, Pasadena! You know The Tournament of Roses Parade, I hope?? Well, that’s Pasadena. Right outside of Downtown LA, Glendale & Burbank.
I have to say, I am really excited for this change, hopefully a new chapter in my life. But, of course its a little bittersweet, & I have been thinking of so much, like….
Being on my own for the first time. I was scared, hopeful, excited. I got a Disneyland pass. I drove on the Orange County & LA freeways. I had a boy over all by myself. I cooked experimental dinners, all just for me. I blasted music as loud as I wished. I had to learn laundry didn’t get done on its own, nor that the coffee pot is on & warm each morning. I discovered what happens when no one else takes the trash out (It just stays there). Or that late fees add up when it is up to you to pay that phone bill. All first time events for me.
Long Beach has been good to me, but I admit, I am not going to be pining for it. I will visit, for sure. My Grandma (& basically, parents, nowadays) are here. As well as loads of people I know & of course, my friends. I will miss having my “usual” spots, like my market, pharmacy, dogs Hammy & I know on our walks. All of that will be NEW.
And, speaking of Hammy….I have had a lot of cool things happen to me while in Long Beach….the kinds of things you say if someone had told you that this would occur, you would reply, “Yeah, right!” Finding my dog like I did, definitely not in mind. Making friends with a film maker neighbor who has me play a stripper overnight for 10 days in our neighborhood, never. Going to New York twice–I was afraid of subways before that. Attending concerts like The Smashing Pumpkins & nearly breaking my arm in the pit, nah, I thought nothing cool ever would happen to me, stupid little Mary stuck at her parents. Being strong when I wanted to crumble? Hell, yes. And I say, keep bringing it ALL on.
I love change. I like the idea of being somewhere new…I already am wanting to think totally new me for the fresh apartment….décor has already been ordered from Urban Outfitters & things I never have used are emerging from the closet 😉
So….yes, change is good. Change is just what the Dr. ordered. One little drawback: The new studio is really just that…a studio…aka: very tiny. Have you ever lived in a very small space? How did you decorate it?
(Picture above: My 1st New Years Eve, on the pier.)