So this happened. Then my boyfriend and I broke up. Yeah, the one I used to host dinners with and loved dearly. Then I got offered an opportunity in the Bay Area, to do some amazing and fulfilling work. Isn't it funny how the universe works like that? And now, I’m here, staring at this computer screen very heart broken, a little dazed, shaken-up and anxiously excited. As a result, I have made the decision to move home (queue the City and Colour song).
I couldn't post this immediately because I hadn't announced everything publicly but I am writing it on the eve of my break-up, at work after my computer crashed and I can expect to be here for a few more hours. Just my luck right?! That’s how the day started up, I missed the bus… tearing up, as it drove away a ¼ of a block in front of me, knowing the now-ex-boyfriend was probably going to be on the next one. I was running late and catching the following one wasn't really an option. I couldn't help but hear the irony ringing in the back of my head. We met on the bus. I nervously scampered to the back, squeezing myself into an awkward middle seat to avoid eye contact/him seeing me. Eventually, my nerves got the best of me and in an anxious sprint I ran off the bus as soon as I could but not before jumping at the sight of his head and slamming my computer bag into his shoulder (for the record, that was not on purpose). I narrowly made it through the closing doors, running, anywhere, without looking back. I tried to say I was sorry to the bus driver on my way off but nothing came out. The words choked up at the top of my throat. I just had to leave. Sometimes, that's how it goes, you have to leave without looking back, in order to get where you’re suppose to be.
Flyover States.
That’s how I left LA. I was on the road in less than two weeks. This time however, a friend gave me some great advice. She said, “You have to leave because you want too. Not because of him or anyone else but because it’s what’s right for you.” She was right. It is too easy to make reactionary decisions when your world is starting to crumble all around you. This time around, I have decided to take a couple months to work, to save and to breathe. I’ve been spending my time gathering memories, sharing laughs and soaking up this wonderful city and the role it will play in my personal history.
But nonetheless, it is time that I embark on a new journey. One where all roads lead home to California.
