dim thoughts

dim thoughts

I have done a lot of things in my fairly young life. I was an exchange student in France without really knowing a word of French. Then I moved to Hamilton without having a clue where I was going to live. All I knew that I was going to live in Montana, and I even kept calling that Mantona. I moved to Missoula without ever having seen the school or having a clue about what I might study. The summer after my junior year, I lived in Spain. I knew that I was going to live with an old grumpy Argentinian lady. After college, I moved to Seattle. I didn’t have a job, but knew a handful of people who later became very good friends of mine. And I met a great girl. Natilee. All these things never even appeared to be hard in my mind. Until now.

I moved to LA. It’s by far the hardest thing I have ever done. One of the largest cities in the world. I have a great job. A nice place to live, but really don’t know a single person here. There are no friends and I probably work too much to really socialize  lot. Also, I feel like I have so many great friends already. It doesn’t make sense that I just have to continue making more friends. I am troubling myself with the fact that this might be my new home. I have always adapted to the places I have lived and the people I was surrounded by, but I am having a hard time here in LA. I have a great roommate and work with nice people. On top of that, I have a great girlfriend who flies down here almost weekly to visit me. But I am still having a hard time. I need to catch myself and get the curve. Meeting people has never been hard for me. I honestly just don’t have the motivation to do so right now.