Six years ago today, I hopped on an airplane with my mother and father in the wee hours of the east coast morning, and boarded a plane to Los Angeles, CA.
It was two years before I went back to Florida (for a visit).
Yes, that’s right. I have lived in LA for six years today.
I am not sure how I feel about that anymore, especially now that I plan to leave LA next year. But I am proud of what I did here.
If nothing else, I took a massive leap of faith when I moved across the country to start a life in a state where I did not know a soul.
And this adventure set the bar for all the new adventures I hope to have traveling the world with Mark.
So happy anniversary to me. How cute was my 22 year old self?