I moved to LA, got my work visa, signed my first ever lease papers, bought my very first car… all within a span of two weeks. Everybody could agree that moving is stressful, but it’s one to move your furniture from one place to another, and a totally other mission to buy a mattress, pillows, plates, spoons, cleaning supplies, a couch, hangers, and etc etc because you have none. I can’t even be on my phone for a damn second because I’m too concentrated on making my new place as comfortable and cave-like as possible.
All “adult” things aside, I’ve come to such a content, comfortable, sensible and neutral place in my mind, that I can’t remember the last time I found it hard to fall asleep. That, is happiness. I’m at the airport right now heading to NYC, so stay tuned on my instagram.
p.s. enjoy the hint of comedy at the end ^_^