My L.A.

I have already been in Los Angeles for over a month and still I’ve hardly said what I’ve been up to. This is mostly because I live my at-home life without the internet, and hello-I’ve been out enjoying Southern California.

My life here is relatively simple. I get up every morning to the sound of scratching paws on wood floors (why mention that detail? If you don’t know me by now, you’ll never know me. I love 80s music by the way.) I dress in that professional get-up that is supposed to inspire professional conduct. I drive on the 10 with thousands of my closest friends while listening to the latest podcast (“Stuff You Should Know” is my favorite) or audio book (loving “Poisonwood Bible” – I’m just a decade behind getting on that bandwagon). I arrive at the Staples Center and go in a back entrance that lets me wind through the arena. I work at a table surround on all sides by other people and answer my phone with, “L.A. Clippers, this is Jaclyn” as though I’ve always answered my phone that way. I leave work dreaming of the ocean and make my way down the 10 towards my house or towards Maria’s for Glee or for a random drive down the beautiful Pacific Coast Highway. Every day, I have to pinch myself to realize that I’m actually here. Who ever would have thought?