And the time has finally come. As a wide assortment of clothes, shoes, books and other odd yet essential items spread themselves across the floor of my room, in dire need of being squished into a box, bin or suitcase, the reality has dawned upon me. I will be making the gruelingly long yet hopefully scenic 2 day route to Los Angeles in a mere 29 hours. A bit precise, I know, but when you have been waiting for this opportunity for years only to realize that the countdown is no longer months or weeks, that is has reached the comprehensible status of being a little over a day away, is.....well, almost incomprehensible in itself. The excitement-with a twinge of nervousness- at starting my life and building my career in LA is slowly yet surely taking over the wide range of emotions that my body and soul are able to experience. I'm in a Ray Lamontagne kind of mood right now. His lyrics, with their raw and haunting truth, tend to be what I fall back on when I sit and think, with overwhelming awe, of how fast time really does fly by.
First and foremost, I am so unbelievably grateful for the friends and family in my life who love me and are who are equally loved in return. It's people such as this who help one realize who they are and what they want in all aspects of existence, for which I am lucky enough to have a decent idea- at least for now. So I just want to take a minute from my mind's incessant thoughts about my future in Los Angeles and what I want to gain there, and focus on how lucky I am to have certain people in my life. I appreciate them more than I could express....which is good because I am not very good with outwardly expressing emotion anyways. But enough of that....
On to a little Foo to soundtrack my continual fail at packing. Until tomorrow...
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