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I know it is Thursday. Throwback Thursday. Yet, here I am giving you my #tellthetruthtuesday realness. For 20 years I have been back and forth to Los Angeles every year. No apparent reason. The air, vibes, people, and beaches are important to my mental health. Each time I come back to the East coast I am dying and trying to move to Cali. My friends have lived out there. I never moved. Even before I had my son, I refused to pull the trigger and move. Los Angeles ain't Atlanta. One cannot go there and simply exist and create with a $1200 a month rent. You will start at $3000 a month. You have to grind. My resume shows I am a hustler, not a grinder. My life allows me to live comfy. In the last 30 days, I have been VERY uncomfortable. Let me tell you how the universe did me filthy for a reason. Ever since I landed I feel like I got beat with a switch....in the face. It hurts. I gotta look at what I have done to MYSELF.