When my friend Summer told me to just up and move to Los Angeles and live the big-city life—well, I did. The garage sale happened the next day in the middle of hot Georgia, and I was packed and ready to move in with my crazy Aunt Milly. And though Summer had told me to move (rather drunkenly), she was the only person at that time who gave me a straight answer about what I should do with my life. Was I meant for Augusta, Georgia, or should I move to another state? I had never done it before, and actually no one else in my family (except crazy Aunt Milly) had either.
Between coworkers and other friends, they told me to just "follow my intuition" when making decisions. But it's too late now to ask anyone if this was the right choice. I'm stuck at LAX with two oversized suitcases, gum somehow caught in my bangs, waiting for crazy Aunt Milly to pick me up.
At first, I was nervous, and then, on the plane ride here, I didn't want to think about the consequences. The air here is nice and not so humid compared to Georgia. People are so busy-busy compared to where I came from. But if intuition means anything, right now I do feel like I made a good decision.