Yesterday I experienced my first earthquake.
My life flashed before my eyes.
My favorite items I own are 2 mountain paintings I’ve had since I was 21 that’s followed me into 4 bedrooms now, a vase I thrifted form GoodWill I feel encapsulates my soul, a really ugly denim jacket with brightly colored patterned felt - it’s one of a kind and also thrifted from nyc, 4 coasters I pottery painted, my fake Versace sunglasses - also thrifted in Amsterdam that just fit my face so perfectly, my tennis rackets, fuzzy doc marten boots, and a pair of white Levi jeans that have never been cleaned from a 2020 music festival that were my friend Rocky’s.
I recently downloaded GasBuddy, my car is slightly overdue for an oil change *cue my grandma calling me about that immediately*, and I’m trying to contest a parking ticket. I’m sorry, but what the fuck is street sweeping?
A thought that’s been haunting me is in my last relationships I was left wondering if they even loved me after all, and I know they will never have to question that.
Sex and the city came at the perfect time of my life. I’m a mix between Carrie and Charlotte. I think my sister is too. This past week I have tried to dabble in new shows to watch, but Sex and the City just calls my heart. I’m on my second rewatch. #TeamBig
I just moved to LA when I’ve never had any inclination to visit here. I think I’m going to love it. My family always used to say I talked like a robot. That I somehow “didn’t talk like them.” I never knew what that meant until now. I speak in West Coast. These are my people.
“This is the land of the people!.”
“This is not the land of the people, this is Glendale.”
(If you don’t know where this is from, get cultured.)
My skin is what I’m getting the most compliments on recently, but they don’t know I squeeze 7 black heads on my chin every night. The sun has cured all of my ailments, except that constant stream of headaches. Usual.
The biggest insecurity of mine in the last year was a cyst underneath my right eyebrow. It was on my good side and has been growing. I finally got it removed and my dermatologist reminded me of my Dr. Sloan. Sexy, sexy.
I crashed my car while parking at my new house that I found on Facebook marketplace. A 20 hour safe and smooth solo roadtrip, and I couldn’t land my car. My house is sitting on the top of the highest of hills I’ve ever seen, and that says a lot coming from a former Seattle-ite. I haven’t tried to park on the hill since, so my punishment is having to climb up it on foot. I squeeze my glutes and start convincing myself I’m being chased to get myself to go faster. It is pure misery, but those legs will be looking nice.
Karly, my childhood best friend also moved here. I’ve known her for 17 years but I wouldn’t say we’ve been good friends for the past 10.
Karly flew out of a windshield a couple years ago and broke almost every bone in her body. She is still in the middle of a lawsuit but made the spontaneous decision to catch a flight to LAX and leave the only life she’s known behind indefinitely - without much of a plan… or a job for that matter. She’s now in the process of letting go of a man who has a baby momma and lives across the country.
My other best friend, Emily, is thinking about moving states away from her healthy 3 year relationship. Just because now feels like the time to do so. She just went to North Carolina to visit her mom where she ran into her ex-long term relationship and his entire family- all while with her current long term relationship and visiting his family as well. She impulsively leased a brand new Jeep last year and is completely car broke. Her roommate kinda sucks, but they do have a big fish tank - which I think is kind of weird.
Lily, my newest friend from Seattle, paid her boyfriend $5000 to quit his job out of jealousy. He didn’t quit his job and she immediately regretted it. But all seems good, they just came back from camping!
Nellie is the freaky to my Friday. She grew up in one town, I grew up in another and we switched places completely with one year overlapping. I moved to her school and took her friends, and her, mine. We reconnected in our early 20’s. A couple years ago she was really down bad. Drinking. Smoking. Drinking. Smoking. Drinking. And driving. We found love at the same time, and moved out of state nearly at the same time for it. Nellie sobered up for her new life after a big wake up call and now she is living on a brand new farm house with her man, while he asks his mothe permission for everything. She has 2 big beautiful puppies (that I went with her to get), but not 2 Pennie’s to rub together. Still, a total good for her.
Valentina and I went to the same highschool for 3 years and barely acknowledged each others existence until we both were living in the PNW. She went through a huge break up 8 months ago and has since became a cyclist, avid camper, and has a crush on a man still living with his ex- wife.
I moved to LA two months after my longly drawn out break up.
One day during those tortuous, tumultuous, two months, a voice at work muttered the chilling words “Quarter. Life. Crisis.”
My life flashed before my eyes.
And that made me wonder…. Is that what all of this?
Nothing is making sense - or atleast I don’t want it to.
Hold on guys, we’re all going to be okay.
Love you always
Amy ❤️
xoxo
Miss you bro hope you’re doing good