The day before we were going to fly I couldn’t comprehend we’d be away for more than a month. Deadlines, to-do’s and appointments were still going through my head and there were moments during the day that I forgot all about our US road trip. Which was weird, as I normally am fully obsessed with leaving. You know: that feeling of being sick of every little nagging detail of your life and it’s almost unbearable to still have to work for a couple of days (you’re starting to question how you were able to go without a holiday for so long…). Well, I wasn’t thinking any of that and I was almost starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be a shame to leave my ordinary life behind.
One day in the US though and I felt the complete opposite: wouldn’t it be a great idea if we moved to LA?! The vibe, the weather, the beach and the energy. I felt free; capable of anything. If any sales assistent had a great “/” life (sales assistant/photographer/actor/blogger, well everyone was a blogger apparently), I for sure had some possibilities. I’d just blab my elevator pitch to everyone within a 1 mile radius and be fine.