Holy crap, I can’t believe I’m leaving LA.
This post is scheduled to publish while I’m on the drive out of town with all my stuff, so it’s official — if you’re reading this, there’s no turning back for me.
There’s this great Winnie the Pooh quote that sums up how I’ve felt this summer: “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
And saying goodbye to LA is SO hard. Not just leaving wonderful friends and a life that I love, but also bidding adieu to a distinct period of my life — the Northvale era. I’ve lived with friends in the same house on Northvale Road since moving to LA seven years ago. Northvale has since become an institution for our group of friends, and it’s hard for all of us to see it come to an end.
This summer has been my love letter to LA, to my friends here, and to Northvale. And (aside from some big fat nerves about starting school) it’s been full of great memories like…
Tidepooling adventures at Abalone Cove:
Watching a Civil War-inspired version of Shakespeare’s As You Like It at the Theatricum Botanicum:
Landing amazing seats at the Hollywood Bowl for their Sound of Music singalong, thanks to my friend Annie:
A delightful Fourth of July barbecue:
Some brutal days at the office:
And one last goodbye to Northvale:
I went swimming in the ocean this summer for the first time in a while. I was in deep enough that my feet couldn’t touch the sand, and as a big wave started to crest in front of me, I gulped in air, expecting it to break over my head and submerge me (and my hair — gotta protect the hair, y’all).
The wave rolled towards me, and I held my breath in anticipation. The crest raised me up with it and kept moving towards the sand. I was just fine (my hair too!). I relaxed, and the joy of being in the water rushed through my veins.
This summer has felt like holding my breath in anticipation of that wave, and today is the sweet moment as the crest lifts me up and rolls past.
I can’t wait to find out what happens next.
Image courtesy of Walt Disney Studios.