I live alone and I love it. I never thought that would be me, because let’s be honest…I’m a talker and I love when people are around (even if they are sitting next to me on the couch and ignoring me – *cough cough* my old roomie). But I can honestly say once I decided to take the leap, I leaned in honey. I moved into my one-bedroom apartment in Brentwood in LA, decorated it with rose golds and mirrors and pretty pieces (all V me like) and immediately felt like I was a real-life Carrie Bradshaw.
Until last night…when the living by myself thing was more ghastly than glamorous.
I was just sitting on my couch working away when I heard helicopters hovering over my street. Granted, this is Los Angeles, so that’s a usual occurrence here. But you usually hear them for a few minutes and then it’s back to the status quo. Not this time. They were hovering for at least 30 minutes, so I stepped out onto my patio to see my neighbors were also outside looking around. For some reason, I was overcome with a weird tightness in my chest – like I just knew something was off.
Cue the curious texts to my friends who live nearby. What could it be? The police helicopters weren’t out for fun, obviously. As you can imagine, the Googling commenced! There was news of a mountain lion that broke a glass window at a home in Brentwood. Are they searching for a giant cat? Oh, if only…
Come to find out there was a murderer on the loose. And he was in my neighborhood. Not ideal for a somewhat paranoid gal like myself and probably something I should have thought about before moving to OJ’s old hood…but hey, what’s a girl to do – that’s a sunk cost now.
Luckily, after a quick bout of neuroticism where I immediately closed my blinds, got a knife and attempted to keep my thoughts from spiraling out of control, they caught the guy at the grocery store nearby – MY Ralph’s.
Once my nerves settled, I indulged in a glass of red (or two)…and my thoughts. I guess it really is an everyday occurrence that something else sad or bad has happened. The news sure says so, which is why I can barely read it or watch it anymore. It’s just so disheartening to live in a world like this – one where every trip to the airport or a music festival or to school could potentially put you in the wrong place at the wrong time. The fear can consume you if you let it. What can we do? I know life goes back to “normal” no matter how many things happen that shift my perspective and hurt my heart.
So all I know to say is this: Keep living. Pray. Take the risk. Follow your dreams. Surround yourself with uplifting people. Laugh more. Love the most.
Because life’s just too short…and we’ve all been given a gift. What I know for sure is…I want to make the most out of it while I can.