Man, I’m ready to go home. My how things change in such a short period of time. That’s what happens when you love your hometown, though. HOMESICK, can’t wait to see abandoned buildings and freshwater again, even though Canada is on the other side. I leave Friday morning, and this week has given me an unexpected amount of motivation to work twice as hard at everything I have going on so I can have all my ducks in a row for once.
Being in LA these 2 months has given me a bit of a time cushion to figure out what’s next in the career world and I have some of it figured out, I just have to make it work by hauling ass 24/7 (and I have a big ass to haul. A nice one, but big). I have the urge to self-publish a novel and have been really productive with putting together my Etsy shop, so I’m hoping the hard work I’ve put into these projects and will continue to put into them will begin to pay off within the next few months.
Regardless of all of that, I want to go home to Michigan summer even though my hair is like “what? Why would you say that?” But yea, for real. I need some B/3 time, bike rides through the city to Belle Isle, beer on outdoor patios with friends, aerial yoga, and most of all, to work from my own damn couch with my dog next to me. COMFORT ZONES, sue me for being a creature of habit.
This girl is exhausted. LA, you have been lovely, but I’m just not that into you. Thank you for the life-changing memories, hang-outs with amazing friends, the unexpected learning experiences and thousands of photo-ops. You’ve been good, but Detroit’s got more attitude (and cheaper real estate) and it’s time for me to head on home.