Spent the entire week in Los Angeles (sigh.) i had lunch at one of my favorite spots on S. Beverly Drive followed by a conversation with one of my sorority sisters about her moving to New York at my Urth Caffe a block over where I used to live. I’m not going to lie, i miss my old apartment in Beverly Hills. It’s where i felt happy and truly came into my own as an adult in my late 20’s. The reason why i let it go was to move to New York and get out of my comfort zone to see if i can make it in the “greatest city in the world.”
There comes a moment in your life when you feel like you’re an outsider looking in on your own life. i realized i had a routine and it was so ideal that it started to feel surreal. My office was a short 3 mile drive through palm tree lined Doheny Drive up to legendary Sunset Boulevard. i would wake up and walk a block over to head to the magazine stand, grab a drink at The Honor Bar after work, rush over to Barney’s and basically walk all over Beverly Hills. It truly is a neighborhood.
i was very grateful for my life but it felt stagnant. Imagine a serene lake. Picture perfect. Idyllic. i felt like i needed a river to rush through it and bring in new energy and break through. i felt like i needed to do something different and i realized i never knew what it was like to live outside of LA as an adult. i went to USC and then i started working here while my friends left after graduation to places like Vegas, Ohio, Virginia, London and of course New York. Maybe it was me turning 30, but i just decided that it was time to head to New York City and find out for real…if i can make it there then i can make it anywhere. Why though? Why leave what you know and worked so hard to achieve a comfortable life to start again somewhere else? Because i could. Because nothing was holding me back. Because it was either now or never. i felt like i didn’t want to move on to the next chapter of my life without finding out the answer of: What would it be like to live somewhere else?
These are beloved glimpses of my apartment in Beverly Hills. It’s been nearly a year since i moved out. Today, the furniture has been pulled out of storage and is in a house in the suburbs I’m sharing with my brother while i live in New York. I’m so happy to have these images. It represents that time in my life where i really invested in my space so i can truly experience living and making it my home.