"Nobody is going to live your life for you."

All Singing, All Dancing

I’ve always been painfully sentimental. As a kid, I’d do little things like asking my mother to stop the car so I could go flip a turtle over after it got stuck on its back; I’d probe my grandmother for stories about her life out of an oddball desire to better understand life “back then”; I was prohibited from touching stuffed animals at stores because once I touched one, we had a bond and it would be so sad if we just left it there. (I swear that last one wasn’t an attempt to get more toys, I was just disturbingly thorough in applying human emotions and empathy to all people, places, and things.) Continue reading “All Singing, All Dancing”

Views from the Getty.

Los Angeles

Remember the season finale of Mad Men when Don Draper goes out to California and he’s super lost about his purpose in life and where he belongs so he tags along on a retreat? Like a true New Yorker he’s all sarcastic and refuses to buy into the crunchy, granola culture-type thing and then he has a breakdown/breakthrough at the end.

I feel a lot like that after going to LA for the first time.  Continue reading “Los Angeles”