November 8, 2016, I decided it was time for a change. LA and I had grown distant, started taking one another for granted, falling into a predictable (read, dull) rhythm. I knew then, as I had known for a long time, there was only one other place I'd be happy. I knew then, as I had already known for a few months, there a was a new career waiting for me.
April 4, what was once a flight of fancy discussed on a long walk with a darling friend became a reality. I'm moving to New York City to work in the fashion industry. To be honest, my mind is still reeling from it all. I'm too in shock to be excited, too in awe to really grasp what's happening. If I'm being honest, deep down, I didn't think it really would happen. What are the odds of all my dreams coming true at once?
On a shopping expedition today I started to see my wardrobe with fresh eyes. A wardrobe that once felt fashionable and unique suddenly feels like the country mouse is visiting the city. Fashion is no longer an escapist flight of fancy, it's now my bread and butter. Priorities being what they are, I promptly treated myself to that Burberry trench I mentioned a few posts back. A few cocktail (dresses) later and I started to feel a bit better about the 180 my life is taking. Clothing officially has more power than ever before.