It’s officially been two weeks on my own since I’ve moved to Los Angeles. Some of my expectations on the city have been met and some have been shattered.
My first week was filled with everything falling into place. My parents and I flew together to Los Angeles in a final farewell. We visited the Santa Monica Pier and Hollywood together. My first observation was the amount of selfies and videos being taken everywhere. I think it speaks true to the heart of LA that everyone wants to make it big out here.
One of the days, I met up with Natalie Kim at a secluded coffee shop. Kim is the host and founder of We Are Next — a podcast built on the experiences of advertising professionals. No matter your experience in the field or maybe even if you have a general interest in advertising, this podcast is great for helping navigate the professional world of advertising.
While my parents went to the USC v. UT game (Texas lost) on September 16, I was Ubering around my new city to set up a place to live. After careful searching, I found a great location that’s not too far from work and a friendly roommate.
After a week, I felt confident in my ability to get around my new city and I’m slowly learning the roads.
My second week was more adventurous.
On Friday, I met up with a high school friend, Gina Carra. After reconnecting through Facebook, Gina invited me to a Table Reading Party. Gina is part of the UTLA program. She moved from Austin to Los Angeles after graduation because of her strong interest in film.
The Table Reading Party had several UT graduates gather around a table and read their latest creative works. Some people brought read their scripts and one showed us an original concept for a YouTube series that he is filming.
On Saturday, I visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Art with MAIP 2017 Alumna, Irma Perez. Irma moved back to LA after four years at a university in New York. She says she has to adjust to her life here because being an adult in Los Angeles is entirely different than growing up here.
Irma showed me a place called the Grove. The Grove is a shopping square that felt like the movies. The trolley tolled its bell and the shopping area was filled with a kind of timeless aura.
One thing I’ve noticed is that you can definitely tell a local from a transplant. A local is genuinely pessimistic about the city and will tell you it’s an okay place to live. While a transplant will spew out their aspiring dreams any chance they get with unparalleled optimism.
I’m excited for my new life in this city.