It's official. At least in my head it became official today. I suppose it's technically been official for a month or so. But today, I put California tags on my car. Today, I am an Angelino. And this sort of totally freaks the hell out of me. For reals. The. Hell. Out. Of. Me.
You see, The City of Angels hasn't quite embraced me as one of hers just yet, and I fear I may have declared myself a resident, before LA has fully vetted me.
Why do I feel that way? Well I've had a bitch of a time since arriving here this past November. A brief recap in relative order, of some of the topics you should expect in future posts... van was broken into, cockroaches from hell, the complete breakdown of my marriage*, lump in my breast, BEDBUGS, sweet! a herniated disk, van+sideswiped=no driver mirror, early ovarian failure (otherwise known as menopause), rear ended by hit and run driver, and just found out I have another cracked tooth from grinding my teeth too hard. Joy.
So it's relatively easy to comprehend why I am a skeptical ass skeptic and totally, utterly freaked the hell out. Is my LA initiation over or is there more to come? Cause I'm in it now. Got my license. Got my tags. Got my apartment in K-town (yes, I am such a poser). There is no undoing this for a while, so PLEASE Los Angeles, take it easy on me. You've thrown a lot my way in a short time. Lemme just work my way through this and show you I can handle the LA game. I just gotta get my groove back. And I'm working on that, one blog at a time...
* read Caveat post from earlier today
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