So, most of you know that this year I moved to Los Angeles by myself to venture out and experience the world. I had just come out of an unfortunate and “wrong” relationship, and had left my job because dragging myself to my desk in the morning was no longer an option. Most of my friends were in long term serious relationships and I had perfected the ultimate cupcake. Most tried to avoid my excessive spread of baked goods as I cranked out batch after batch. I was bored and unhappy.
Moving to Los Angeles had been on my mind for a number of years, but the idea of doing it alone kind of terrified me. Who am I kidding… it ABSOLUTELY terrified me. But in January I committed and one weekend suddenly found all my belongings boxed up and in an unfamiliar room in Redondo Beach. The past 7 or so months have been a complete whirlwind, but I have recently acquired a new position in print advertising (sorry for the lack of posts the past 2 weeks). I am happy to say that I love my job, and being in the city. Life is crazy, and I never thought things could change so much, but change has treated me very well. With the start of this new job I have not felt the need to bake one cupcake- the only reason I’ll be getting my baking spoon out is to celebrate and say thank you to that little voice inside and all the opportunities that have been put in front of me. Little Voice, I must admit, you are ALWAYS right. I owe ya. Cupcake? Haha. Just kidding, the desperate baker in me disappeared long ago🙂