ah,
the taste of new life. it sighs into my chest, playing with my emotions.
it's going on a month that la has claimed me. a month of taking possessions & finding them a home. a month of new clothes, curious new coffee shops, new freeways with winding mysteries & stories to tell. a month of fresh fears & overly timid beginnings, but with flashing glimpses of life evening out & friendships creeping in.
there's something magical about los angeles, a call that is compelling enough to beg everyone to simply be themselves. to become someone. to play a part in this universal dance, to own up and be who we are called to be. in a city fill with almost-actors & wistful writers, everyone is here to follow their dreams. it's cautiously refreshing. maybe it shouldn't be, but it is.
so it is here. new life is becoming less new & more real. the hopes present while making this journey are either being renewed or reluctantly crushed. it's a rebirthing that is either beautifully refreshing or unexpectedly heartwrenching, depending on this situation. in any case, there are hidden challenges, ones that are shaping us all into who we are going to be in this world. & i can truly and honestly say that i am in the best company i could ask for in this new & glorious step forward.
blessed,
simple as that.
searching,
curious
as always.
learning how to
maintain
hope.
[p.s. i am becoming acutely aware that my writing is becoming quite dull & exhaustingly redundant. it's one of those challenges.. i'm on the case.]
