Life in LA
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For the first time since I've been keeping this blog, I'm almost speechless. Almost. I am overwhelmed with what I could write about.
Packing up my entire life in a few days with my closest friends. Sitting across from Mike on a couch that we've shared for five years. Looking him in the eye and telling him that yes, this is truly what I want. Driving north on the 405, still fucking listening to Radio Head, and feeling for the fist time, that day, that I was happy about what I'd done.
This is going to be one the most painful and most exhilarating years of my life.
I am 25. I live in Los Angeles. My whole life is changing.
12:05:25 AM
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