Over the last few days, my mom has taken every opportunity during our many phone calls to remind me of how long I’ve wanted to move out to California. I’m just going to trust her memory on that – hell, I know I’ve been obsessed with working in the film industry since I was a teenager. But amusingly enough, I had just started to wean myself of the idea. Oh, I wouldn’t like it in L.A. Too big, too flashy. I’m a small-town girl. And these days animation studios are springing up everywhere – why go to L.A.?
And, surprise surprise, here I am.
I arrived after a very smooth five-hour Airtran flight on Thursday – the only blemish was a trio of men who couldn’t sit still behind me and disrupted my every attempt to sleep my way to our destination. No matter, the flight was over quick enough and I was on my way into the city! And dammit, what a big city it is. I feel lost and confused… and envious of everyone who has reserved parking. Street parking around here is no fun. At least I’ll be rid of the rental in a few days.
All in all, it’s rather a surreal experience to be in a city I’ve dreamt of living in all my life, but have never once set foot into until now. The place where some of my favorite films and TV shows were conceived.
I’m subletting a friend’s apartment (she’ll be graduating from UCLA at the end of the week), just ten minutes from Sony. And my internship officially starts in ten hours. Mostly I’m trying not to think too much about it. The first week at a new job is always the scariest, when you’re trying to learn the ropes and hoping your coworkers don’t discover you’re a moron. :p No clue what I’ll be doing yet, but I’m sure it’ll be fun!
And hopefully within the next coupla weeks I’ll get a hold of my camera cable so I can start posting some pictures.