LA Story

Let's try this again.

I think I'm moving to LA. As in Los Angeles, home of sun, taut bikini bodies, and celebrities. My brother and his soon-to-be husband are moving in July and have invited me to tag along. At first, I laughed at the idea. Me? In sunny LA? I'm a New York kind of person; I like gritty, snowy, cars honking, four seasons, emo-boy, carbohydrate-friendly New York. The thought of moving to a place that's always warm, where everyone's perpetually tan and blonde and thin, is quite daunting. Not to mention the fact that, as a person who hates to fly, I'll be a long 5+ hour flight away from home. But then...

I gave it some thought. Why not? The situation is really ideal - I'd be with my brother. I'd be able to bring George. It would be fun. It would be different. It could potentially open up doors for me with writing. At the very least, it would be an experience, a concept I've become unfamiliar with as of late. Buffalo, for all of its charms, can be quite dull. I'm sure part of it is due to my sedentary life. I never try anything new or exciting. I'm all talk, no action. And, let's face it - none of us are getting any younger. This could be it for me. No, I'm not getting melodramatic and saying my life is over. But how many opportunties like this come up in a person's life? I'm unattached. No children. Why not?

While I've always seen myself living in New York City if I ever left Buffalo, the more I think about it, the more I see that LA would be better for me. In an ideal world, I'd be able to blog about things I love...and somehow get paid for it. Celebrity blogging is a potentially lucrative business to be in, if you handle it correctly and get your name out there. As cheesy and far fetched as it may sound, I feel like I have to try. I mean hey, he may be a complete douche, but wouldn't you love to have Perez Hilton's life? The point is, LA is where celebrities are. So, if I really want to make a go of this, LA is where I have to be.

I'm not sure how I'd fit in to the LA lifestyle. I couldn't care less about the latest trends or fashions. I get my roots done every 5 months, not every 6 weeks. I have never had a "mani-pedi." My dog does not travel by purse, but by his own legs. I don't care for organic wheatgrass fruit smoothie nonfat sushi tofu rolls. I'm not tall, nor am I particularly thin. But still...why the hell not?

I won't make any final decisions until I acually see the place. I've never been to California, but I'm going out with Max and his fiance in April to check it out. I'm trusting them to find us an apartment, as I don't know the neighborhoods. I'm planning on researching schools and serving jobs in our area when we go. It feels really good to be excited about something for the first time in a long time. I'm going to try to focus on the positives and push any negatives to the back of my mind. Anything is better than what I'm doing now. Floating from job to job, stuck in an apartment I don't like, going to the same three bars weekend after weekend, never even attempting to try something new and different. So yes, I may be adverse to change, but anything is better than wasting my life on my futon, watching Frasier reruns every night. And if "anything" means moving to the other side of the country, so be it.

I'm up to the challenge. I'm up for bettering myself and potentially starting a new and exciting chapter to my life, (almost) on my own. This could be great. My life could change drastically over the next year.

And if it doesn't...there's always Buffalo.