Full disclosure. I am drunk-blogging at my local watering-hole, as I am pushed to the brink with Eternal Summer, always on the quest of finding air-conditioned establishments to seek refuge in (this is SURVIVAL, here, people, REAL SURVIVAL).
At this current moment, I am one kale salad, one basket of french-fries (they cancel each other out, obvi) and three glasses of wine in (I’m a LIGHT WEIGHT), and I decided I want to write about my life again.
Sigh. AGH! Okay! Here we go!! MY LIIIIIIIFE!!!!
Where to begin with you, my friends, where to begin….
My life is changing drastically. All of the time. And things are…. good??
They are really good!!
(Okay, I donno WTF with these GIFs right now, I’m sorry, but… WINE!)
At first, coming back to Los Angeles after 2 months abroad felt like a huge slap in the face. Student debt? Bullshit-expensive healthcare? Smog? Poverty? Credit card fraud? Car break-down? Website hacking? Anxiety? No room or apartment to call home? $30 to my name? Yup. Gotta catch ’em all.
I saw the Edge of My Soul a couple times and it was dark and GLORIOUS. (Dani tells me I’m at my best when I’m at the Edge of My Soul) (I would have to agree) (I give zero sh*ts when at this point and I am a funny b*tch when I am at the Edge of My Soul, truth-be-told.)
So…. since I am drunk rambling now, let me just catch you up bullet-point style:
I learned a lot of shit from the Aussies. And I wanted to keep globe-tripping and still feel wander-lusty.
But, I returned to LA! In glory!
Yet I realized upon arrival back to LA that the item of greastest value I owned was a $300 Alaska Airlines credit, and I had no home and technically no job(s), so….
…I flew to Portland for a little under a month to re-group and fuel my soul a bit.
Buuuut… I did not do so before crashing some Rich-People Parties with my beloved housemates of the Pussy Riot Lodge* (*PRL). They had free tacos, horchata, and FREE BOOZE, y’all!
Anyway. …What? What am I talking about?? (Sorry.) Okay–
SO! In PORTLAND — !
Birds of Neptune had the incredible honor of being screened as the Opening Night Film for the Portland Film Fest, where we packed out a 500+ seat theatre and partied ’til the DAWN. I have never felt so much love in a single place, nor have I been more proud of work I’ve put forth into a single place. It was so incredible to bring the film home, to the very place it was conceived and born.
I came back to LA a couple weeks ago, and — at nearly the 2-year-anniversary mark of being in this crazy town — things have begun to click into place. The hard work, the sleepless nights, the 10 months of living out of a suitcase to “make the rest of it work”, and my constant questioning and pushing-forward is finally beginning to pay off.
I am working a job everyday that I LOVE and that stimulates me intellectually and interpersonally, gives me the freedom of making my own scheduling, and…. I work from home most of the time, so…. I am DOWN with that. And I have worked HARD for that.
And I am making good money. It is a dream.
I feel more creative now than ever.
I am collaborating musically with my brother (more soon!), producing an international film project with one (and some!) of my dearest friends, getting ready to travel internationally AGAIN (to promote the film!), and am constantly buzzing with creative projects involving my sweetest love Dani. This is just the beginning.
I feel like I am now, at long last, finally — beginning my long, turbulent, enriching, love-affiar with LA.
And with everywhere.
I guess this is what it means to be a creative person.
Where my heart goes, I go.
Alright, that’s a lot of photos of me.
Oh well, there’s no going back on that choice now.
Okay they are turning on the “mood lighting” in this bar and I cannot see shit. And now a bday party or a bachelorette party or something is happening, so, alas, ’tis time for me to sign off.
But first, I must say how proud I am of myself for accomplishing this writing feat in my current state. I don’t know what got in to me. I have spell-checked and grammar-checked this shit so many times.
All my (drunken) love (which is a lot of love),