Three years ago, if you would’ve told me that in college I would study abroad in the Czech Republic, then move out to LA on my own after my third year, I wouldn’t have believed you. Now, I’ve lived in LA for over a month, and it’s been fun, probably not as fun as it may look on Instagram, but I really don’t have many complaints. I love my new housemates, and I’ve had a great summer so far. I do miss parts of my life in Orange, but I am appreciating this chance to grow and kind of start over after my most hectic semester of college yet. I feel like I’ve always been one step ahead of my peers in classes or credits or whatever, and it’s not a good or bad thing, but I’ve hit a point where I don’t really know what I’m racing toward. Life can be confusing and wonderful at the same time, and I’m taking some time to take care of myself, start some passion projects that I’ve put off for far too long, and figure out what my next steps are.