my alarm has been blasting for about a half hour now. i've been in California for about two weeks and none of the 12 places i've applied to have responded. knotting my hair and staring at the ceiling, my best friend barges through my door.
"you need to get up."
why is what i mouth, but nothing falls out.
"because you can't give up. this is your dream."
i roll out onto the hardwood floors. they're warm, unlike the ones in minnesota. Coming here to escape the below zero days and below average test scores would have been a wonderful idea, if i could stay inspired.
"did we make a mistake?"
"of course not!" my purple-headed cheer leader screams. "you're going to find someone to design for & i'll find a studio to work in. get yourself together and let's get going." she walks over to my unpacked suitcase and rummages through. i know what she's looking for. i should have burned those saturday shirts a long time ago. she finds the beauty and throws it at me.
great.
i'm totally going to get a job in this walmart keepsake.
I throw my hair into a braid and put on my wonderful catshirt, which matches Lacey. hers is a green tie-dye, with a cat head the size of the whole fricken shirt. While mine on the other hand is a purple tie-dye, with a cat digging in a fishbowl. we'll definitely turn heads.
walking out of the apartment, i remember why i came here. the sight of buildings touching the sky creates a smile that spreads across my face. i can do this. we can do this. we can make it in LA.
stay tuned. xo
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