Wednesday, May 26, 2010

One more reason I'm off my rocker...

Living in LA isn't my dream. In fact, I really can't wait to just get the hell out of here. I have commitments here, and I wouldn't back out on those..but dear god I hate everything about LA. Well...minus the Nuart Theater, and Cafe 50's...but yea. The sun drives me crazy, I'm one of those Washintonians that actually LOVES the rain we're so used to. The inconsiderate, self-centered, overly pretentious people make me want to kill myself, and if I have to drive by one more Organic Vegan Salad restaurants...I might kill myself.

All this hatred leads me to dreaming of when I can move. But then that begs the age old question of  'where'?

Now, for a 24yr old, loud, boisterous, girl like myself..."hipster" places probably popped into your mind first -- Seattle, New York, Miami..yadda,yadda..

Personally..I find myself drawn to places like: Michigan, Wisconsin, Indiana..places where people still have a sense of..humanism! Where you work hard for what you have, and love life's blessings no matter the package they come in. Life isn't all about the moments where everything is going right and the sun is shining. For once I'd love to meet someone that can find true enjoyment when everything is falling apart. And I'd love to be able to surround myself with people who have no idea what the latest Coach purse looks like, or what color is the new black..or is it orange now?

There is a song about Phil Vassar that I absolutely love. It's called: Just Another Day In Paradise. Yea, it's a country song..deal with it :)  This song is what I honestly dream about  my life being in the future. It's a song about all of the things normal people can't stand about life: the stressors, the downers, the grey clouds...and all of those things creating your day in paradise. I really look forward to those things. I can't wait to have my kids screaming, the dog going crazy, the dishwasher breaking, and then one of my kids running in covered in paint. Even as a nanny, those were the moments I lived for. I think it's because when I'm under the gun, thats when I really shine.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, life isn't about what you make, it's about the ingredients. Any one else agree?

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