Welp, you already know since I posted a couple post on my Instagram and blog already but I cut my hair!
My hair was damaged and like other damaged things in my life I kept clinging to it. I had grown it for 1.5 years from a short pixie cut but I didn’t take care of it so it grew damaged and even though it started to get long, it was very unhealthy. And so I cut it. I cut it to start fresh and to start a new healthy chapter. I cut it to finally get my curls back.
And though it will take time to grown back to what it was, this time I plan on nurturing it. I cried a little that it was gone but the small pain now will only be so so worth it later when I look back on this moment. And when my long flowing healthy curls form, I will be so glad I chose to embrace the journey. It’s hard to let things go but even if it hurts for a little, you will be much happier in the long run. So mourn it, cry about it, but remember it will always grow back.
Here’s to cutting off dead things. Starting new chapters. Healing your past so you can get a fresh start.
I keep saying I’m moving to London but really I’m just going on a fairly long visit. I spent a summer in London in college many moons ago and ever since I have never shaken the thought of going back. It was early this year, back in January when my lease was up, that I really started playing with the idea seriously. Fast forward 10 months later. I felt stuck in a rut, LA felt so uninspiring, I was desperate to move out of my living situation but was waiting for my sister to move which kept getting push back.
So I found myself in a position of not wanting be where I was but also not wanting to be anywhere else in LA at the moment. Since I had no obligations, I decided this was the perfect time to spend a few months abroad. I just felt like I needed it for my soul and London clearly had been calling my name for years now. It’s one of those things I would have regretted if I never did it.
Another reason that pushed me is that I really wanted to have some serious me time before I settled down and got married with kids. I felt like I didn’t really finish exploring this life before I put myself in a position to start a new life chapter. Call it sowing my royal oats (minus the sexual part lol), but I know I still have growing and maturing to do and I needed to do it on my own.
It’s a risk on many levels, the life I left behind in LA could be gone when I get back, but who knows the millions of doors I may have opened by taking this leap. The uncertainty of it all both thrills and terrifies me. But nothing great ever happens in your comfort zone and I truly believe you can not grow if you don’t push yourself to go outside your boundaries.
I found the cutest (and tiniest) apartment in the city which is all I need. I will also be making a few trips to Paris since my cousin lives there. And who knows, Europe is so small I may visit other places. I’ve never traveled alone and was ready to not know anyone then guess what? My childhood best friend will be there the same time as me. Coincidence? I think not.
See, I took the leap and things are already falling into place. I think I’m just about ready to fly.
I’m learning to accept who I am in the moment of who I am….if that makes sense lol. Sometimes I feel pressure to be at a certain point in life or to be on a certain level but then I remind myself to take it day by day. We all know this, but we often have to remind ourselves that every person’s journey is different. What’s for me may not be for you and vice versa. As I embark on this move to London, I’m mentally preparing myself to not have any crazy expectations. To just take it day by day and appreciate this new experience I’m embarking on. I’m excited for what the future brings but at the end of the day my life is not better then yours or anyone else’s it’s not perfect by any means. I’m just a girl in the world living day by day. My aim is just to live my best life and to inspire others to do so too.
Every time I come to NY it reminds me of how much of a city girl I am. I was born and raised in the Boston area and lived in the city all throughout college. Taking the train and walking miles a day were second nature to me. Don’t get me wrong, I love LA but the city will always have a special place in my heart.
Here are a few reasons why I love NY.
I LOVE WALKING – Everyday I was in the city I walked about 8 miles. That’s insane to think about. Yes my feet did hurt but I’m sure my heart is very happy. It’s like you don’t even need to work out as much living in the city with all the walking!
FOOD STORES STAY OPEN LATE– There’s not many places you can order food at 3am! My greedy side is always very happy here.
THERE’S SO MUCH ENERGY IN THE AIR– NY is always bustling with people. There is just an energy in the air that makes you want to get up and do things!
SO MANY PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT BACKGROUNDS-This is one of my favorite parts. It’s rare you’re going to go somewhere in the city and not see someone who looks like you. There are so many people from all walks of life everywhere you go. I just love it!
THE HUSTLE IS REAL– It is all about the grind out here. That’s the East Coast in me that I love. People are about their business and they don’t mess around.
EASY TRANSPORTATION– Although the weekend trains are poo (so many delayss) I love that you have the option to walk, take an Lyft, or just hop on the train in NY.
SO MANY PEOPLE WITH STYLE– I love love love people watching in NYC, there are so many people with their own unique individual style it’s inspiring to see people express themselves through clothes, that’s the reason I fell in love with fashion in the first place.
What’s funny is that when I lived in Boston people asked me if I was from NY and when I lived in LA people asked me if I was from NY. I think it’s a sign. I’m so happy in NY, I’ve met so many friends here that it makes my experience when I visit that much more fun.
Confession: I’ve been feeling a little lost lately. Just out of my element and uninspired. I had to find a new apartment but I just wasn’t feeling looking for one in LA. My sister is moving in January so I had like 4-5 months before I would be living with her. Which left me at a crossroads.
So it go me thinking….There’s a reason I’m feeling this way. There’s a reason I can’t shake living in London out of my mind. And sooooo, I decided to move to London for a little bit. I can’t explain it but I feel it in my soul to be there. I was prepared to know NO ONE and meet people as I am out there and come to find out my childhood best friend will be living there while I’m there! Coincidence? I think not!
So exciting for this new chapter and I’m already starting to feel inspired again. I love living in LA but sometimes God calls you elsewhere and you never know where that path may lead.
So here is to allowing yourself to feel lost and following your gut to being found again.