03/13/2026
LA dump 🌞🌴
I spent the last month in LA - house sitting, working remotely, bouncing around different neighborhoods, and tbh.. it was everything I needed after the worst winter ever lol.
And the whole time, I kept waiting to feel like I was home.
But I didn’t.
What I felt instead was how much I missed HOME. My sisters. My parents. My dogs. The people who ground me. The life I’ve built here in Pennsylvania. The life I didn’t think I wanted when I left.
I lived in LA for 8 years. I loved it here. I thought leaving was the hardest thing I’d ever do. And there I was, two weeks in, all I wanted was to go back to the place I once couldn’t wait to escape.
It shocked me, honestly. How did I ever live across the country from everyone I love? How did that version of me exist?
I had a moment there, I was sitting in one of my favorite coffee shops I used to work at all the time. Same clients. Same tasks. Same routine. Except everything in my life had changed.
And somehow, that felt beautiful.
My work didn’t need me to stay in one place. It didn’t care that my entire life had been rearranged. It just… existed alongside me, steady and unchanging, while everything else shifted.
That’s the thing about building a business like this. It bends with you. It doesn’t anchor you to one version of your life. You get to test things out. See what fits. Walk away from what doesn’t.
And that freedom (the real kind, not the Instagram kind) is what I was actually chasing five years ago when I started this.
I know my life is going to shift again. I’ve been back in Pennsylvania for a year and a half, and I’m finally ready to stop feeling like I’m waiting for the next thing. To actually build something here.. to let this be home, not just where I landed when my health fell apart.
But knowing I could leave if I needed to? Knowing I have the option to rebuild anywhere? It’s everything.
LA was beautiful. It always is. But coming home felt like exhaling for the first time in a month. 🤍
