Year 1 in the World of Beautiful People

Getting off of my afternoon flight from Mexico on Tuesday, I felt an intense feeling of gratitude arriving at LAX. I had no idea that after my super relaxing weekend by the water was the exact same time I moved across the country to Los Angeles. August 13, 2018 was the day that I packed all of my belongings into 6 suitcases and hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan (really an Adidas track suit). I could not be more grateful for this move and the growth that has come from it.

For those of you who do not know, I moved to LA to pursue a master’s degree in digital social media at University of Southern California—no I did not cheat or pay my way in. Despite USC being my dream school since high school, the night before my move I could not stop crying. Post graduation from Morehouse, I just knew I was going to move to NYC and work for a fashion magazine, but everything that I planned throughout college came to a halt. A new path opened up for me and I had no idea the reason until about a week ago. As I was packing up my first apartment in LA, I was playing a YouTube video of one of my favorite pastor’s, Sarah Jakes Roberts. In the midst of taping up boxes, I unintentionally stopped and stared at the screen as she said, “you think that you moved out of your comfortability for school or a new job or a relationship, when really God moved you for you to find out who you are through him.” I realized at that moment my move to LA was more than a second degree, I was finally figuring out who I am, what I am passionate about, and the amazing plans God has for my life.

Looking back at my first year in Los Angeles, I have no words other than “thank you God!” I have met some of the most amazing people who have taught me more than I could ever imagine. I started and quit my first “grown up” job. I have relaunched my blog which is my outlet for emotions and opinions. I have dated, traveled, partied, prayed, and everything in between. But the most important is I have grown so much in this past year that I don’t even know who I am becoming, in the best way possible.

In the words of Wendy Williams, “I don’t know who I have become, but I like him”