Let me start by saying that I’ve wanted to live in Los Angeles all my life. As much as I love my midwestern hometown, I knew I was destined for palm trees and year-round hiking, for a little more glamour in my everyday life, and to be surrounded by like-minded people (AKA people who take their coffee with almond milk and superfoods and eat raw cashew cheese more often than dairy).
However, I moved almost a year ago and know that no matter how long I’m here and no matter how much LA feels like home, I’ll always be homesick for my family. The hardest decision of my life was making a move to the place I wanted to be, knowing I was sacrificing weekly meals with my parents, and getting to see my 90-year-old grandma (who also happens to be my best friend) whenever I wanted. Especially with Mother’s Day coming up, I’ve had an extra hard time being so far apart.