Thursday, August 3, 2017

HELLO, LOS ANGELES



It still boggles my mind that in October of last year I started to pack my life away into 6 boxes to be shipped over seas.

Fast forward to April — one of my best friends and I took on the feat to drive through the beautiful US. It was a four day journey through the unexpected. I've never seen mountains like I did in Denver Colorado where sun and snow resided in harmonious perfection, nor did I expect Vegas to be as flat and depthless as it was. In rain and sunshine, we were faithful. We drove, we laughed, we cried (when the rain stopped us from mt. Zion) and all the joys of car karaokes are moments that graced me here. Thank you Tina Suh for being my ride or die — love you!

Since then, Los Angeles has been nothing short of a whirlwind. From the moment I got here, I started off running — juggling both a strenuous full-time job and a work study program at a studio totaling up to 50 hours of working and dancing a week. One can't possibly sustain that lifestyle, I know. So I've made some adjustments for July which embrace more feeling, healing, and on the practical side, lots and lots of unpacking. With resettling at the front seat, I've been learning how to take things at a healthy pace.

It's been an incredible ride so far — of love, of hope, of pain and heartache, and numerous sweet moments in between. While spontaneity makes me feel uncomfortable,  I've been seasoning my free time with lots and lots of it because I am slowly realizing that openness is what will take me to all the places I want to go. And with that, I have been focusing on getting uncomfortably comfortable with myself as I learn to express all that's in my heart. Thankfully dance + storytelling via pictures are an outlet for me. And "self expression" has become a restorative, important process not just in dance, but in facets of my life.

Sometimes I look at myself and think I'm crazy. And other times I feel more inspired to push myself to where the divinity of God's hand meets my frail frame. The pendulum keeps swinging, of course, but the process is truly satisfying. There is an artist inside of me and I'm committed to draw her out. If I don't know what I'm doing, at least I know that 90% of it is showing up. 

So I'm here.