The Winter and L.A.
I will be there so soon: bathing in the Caribbean sun, leaving this desolate Midatlantic winter far behind me.
For the past two and a half years, I have shuttled between my home in the suburbs of D.C. and school in the heart of Boston. I had been used to a fairly temperate winter in my hometown, but the past two Decembers and Januarys have chilled me down to the bone. Maybe its my newfound New England cockiness — nah, the wintah down south is nothin’ compehd to Bahston! — that sets me up for an icy defeat.
Still, these last couple of winters have made me decide something significant: moving to Los Angeles next September will be wonderful, even if it’s only because of the California sun.
Yes, I’m an East Coast girl, born and raised by two genuine New Yorkers. I don’t have much tolerance for the superficial, nor do I have any inkling of a desire to be a celebrity. My goal for the future is simple. I want to make a career doing what I love, and what I love happens to be writing songs.
So here I sit, inspired by imagining myself in a week — the warmth running through my body as I lie in a nearly comatose state on the beach, sipping mojitos and reading — and I find myself at a crossroads.
How will I fit within the Los Angeles tapestry? Will I be able to forge a successful career while still staying true to the morals that I have so consciously set for myself?
While I didn’t anticipate getting so personal with Tumblr, I feel that it is important to be true and honest with who you are, even in a virtual realm. Despite my disdain for sharing too much personal information on the Internet, maybe helping to prove that no one knows what the future holds for them is enough to satisfy the latent fear in each of us.
As Socrates said, “I know nothing except for the fact of my ignorance.” I know nothing of what is to come, but I think I know that when the time is right, I will understand why.
