Landing

So yesterday I landed in Los Angeles, and it's a beautiful city. Of course the process of flying here, not so beautiful. I missed my flight at 7am and had to wait 4 hours for the next flight. It didn't really bother me, I just hung out in the airport and tried to not think about the intense hangover that attacked both my head and stomach.

Finally it was time to take off and I boarded the flight. Up until this point I had not felt any kind of nervous, but sitting on the soon to be departing plane, it started to hit me. I quickly realized I was flying 3,000 miles away from everything I've known and I was introduced to the sweat in my palms. The sick feeling in my stomach from the night before did not help, nor did having the middle seat. Needless to say, the flight was less than entertaining and I kept the "barf bag" within safe distance at all times. But as soon as the plane left the ground, so did all of my concerns. I know myself well and I know it's always easier for me to run away, but once a certain point crossed, I can accept anything.

Landing in Los Angeles was a different story. After retrieving my bags, which caught the flight that I missed, I stepped outside and saw this...

I made it, I was in California.



After, my cousin took me back to her apartment and showed me where I'd be staying. The apartment is awesome and here is a pic from the porch.

After driving around with my cousin, I caught up with a special someone for dinner and a stroll down the 3rd Street Promenade and along the Santa Monica Pier. To be continued...