I have been in LA for a year now. One year of fighting traffic on the 405. One year of still having no concept of direction or distance. One year of exploring the city. One year of adventures and mis-adventures. I find myself thinking about Autumn on days like these where I am reflecting on my journey in LA.  I will always associate her with everything exciting about Los Angeles and starting over.

Anyway, despite all the douchey-ness associated with this place, I will admit there is something kind of magical about being here.  I’m not sure if it’s because the studios are nearby or if because people here will casually mention they’re in publishing or film, but it makes me hope beyond all reason that I might get my big break one day.

I want to be something extraordinary and I often wonder if this is normal. Most of my friends seem pretty content with their lives and their accomplishments.  They are in committed relationships, with good paying jobs, and enjoy the routine of their adult lives. I never tell them that I feel eternally restless.  It makes me feel so cliché, like the slacker ambivalence of a 20 something in a Zach Braff movie.

Tell me I’m not the only one who wants to be something more.

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2 Comments » Posted: May 2nd 2011
Filed under: My Life is Strange
Tagged In: anniversary, LA, los angeles, quarter life crisis