Buzzing from your response to the elephant post, I was excited to hole myself up, get down to work and share the hundreds of photos and stories I’ve been sitting on for-fucking-ever.
But life (or carelessness) had other plans for me and I ended up without a computer for the month of June. Public-transport takers will understand the scene:
I make it to Hoover and Santa Monica a minute before the bus is set to arrive according to Google Maps. The #4 towards West Hollywood is waiting at the stop across the street, halted by a red light. I’m jumping around and waving like a mad woman, but the light turns green and the driver takes off completely oblivious.“I’m fast; I totally got this,” I think, taking off in a sprint down the block to the next stop. I’m all out track-star-status running with my knee-length jacket floating in the wind and my backpack slamming against me. I’m so close I can reach out and touch the back of the bus, but again, the light turns green and he’s off.
“Come on, Boleman. You have to catch this or you’re going to be late as fuck for work,” I encourage myself as I kick up the pace for the second leg. People on the street are starting to take notice, and I really think I’m going to make it when a little Mexican man further down the road holds out his hand to flag the bus down. I’m nearly to the middle door when the light turns green and the mother fucker barrels off again.
Tears welling up in my eyes, I keel over defeated and try to catch my breath.
“Quick, jump in! I’ll help you catch up,” I hear from the car next to me. A sweet 40-something woman waves me into the back seat of her SUV and we’re back on the chase. We pull up to the bus in no time and I finally make it after a stream of thank-yous to my unexpected savior.
I breathe a sigh of relief that I’m back on track, but it quickly dissipates when I notice water dripping from the bottom of my backpack. My water bottle popped open in the midst of the sprint, drenching my uncovered MacBook Air. Panic takes over as I realize it’s completely done for. RIP laptop, we had a good run.
Turns out I was overscheduled and didn't even have to work that day. Wonderful. But hey! At least it gave me time to go sort out the issue at hand, and thanks to the warranty I almost forgot I had, replacing the computer wasn’t a huge financial setback.
Although Geek Squad annoyed me to no end with their incompetency, being computer-less for a month actually turned out to be somewhat of a blessing. It forced me to be present and helped me get settled into my surroundings. It allowed me to connect with the new people in my life on a deeper level - to the point that they feel like my little LA family.
The whole fiasco kind of embodies the theme of my life in LA ~ this series of small strides, stumbles and serendipitous encounters that somehow worked out and lead to so much more.
The synchronicities have been mind-blowing and reassure me that this is where I need to be. Not that it’s fallen into place perfectly - that couldn’t be further from the truth - but I can’t ignore that the flow lead me back to the place I was planning to move before the whole Southeast Asia adventure unfolded.
LA and I were always meant to be together ~ it was only a matter of time. I can tell by the way she takes care of me, providing exactly what I need at the critical moment.
An awesome roommate that shares my values and interests? Boom, my friend Sydney asks me to move into her place in my favorite hood. A job that supports my lifestyle and connects me with other people? Syd pulls some strings to get me a gig as a barista at a Brazilian coffee bar with people that have quickly become friends rather than coworkers. Wheels to get around and explore? Here, take this beautiful blue Vespa from a Bangkok native living in LA (alignment!).
She also knows my hopeless-romantic ass is all about a good love story, so she delivered one of those out of the blue on day 2 of my move. 5 months later and I’m enjoying what feels like my most adult relationship to date with a dude that’s all about the unconventional life I’m striving for. It’s sexy and fun and intense, and I’m feeling grateful to get to know this gorgeous soul.
5 months! I can’t believe it’s been that long already. It's been a strange transition back and I guess I just needed to live it until I was ready to share it. Let's see where it goes from here...