As my summer nears a close in LA, I’ve become more aware of what that means in the next week. It’s Thursday. I leave on Tuesday to go home to Virginia. From Virginia, I’ll drive to New York City to move into my dorm. So, I’m trying to plan my last few days here. I’ve been so excited to get out of LA that I haven’t put much thought into what I’ll miss.
Yesterday one of my friends took me flying in a small plane from Santa Monica to Camarillo. That morning I woke up at 4 am from nerves. But even though I think I looked terrified the entire time, I really enjoyed surveying California from the air.
You would all be shocked how many people on the streets of Santa Monica and Venice tell me to smile. I know they think they’re helping me out in life, but that’s not how I see it.
It’s never a pretty day when your summer job falls through. And yet, yesterday in Santa Monica couldn’t have presented itself in a better form. Cloudless skies, waves softening the sand next to the Santa Monica Pier, and on the inside I was screaming.
“It never rains in California.”