I haven’t updated in a minute.
I spent my bday in LA, going on the lot, seeing old faces. It’s so nice just wandering around the lot, I forget how much I love LA (and now Dodgers games), except the rent prices are astronomical and it takes 45 minutes to get anywhere you want to go (I finally understood when people said that). I wonder what my life would’ve been like if I hadn’t been too scared to move back in 2019.
It’s a big regret of mine, and maybe things would’ve turned out differently (esp for people I love). But I recently came across a Latin phrase “Amor Fati” and it’s now something I wear around my neck, it means “to love one’s fate.” So this is me, embracing what has come, either known or unknown. I accept it. This is 40 in 250D.
