I finally did it. I moved across the country to LA. This is the place where dreams come true, right? See that beautiful model doing that photoshoot? That’s not me. And that fashionable girl shopping on Rodeo Drive? That’s not me either. And check out that girl at the bar on a date with that cute guy. It looks like they’re really hitting it off. But don’t get too excited, because that’s also not me. This is me. The girl in her pajamas on a Friday night…sipping from a mug of peppermint tea…watching a rom-com…alone. I know someone out there can relate. Don’t get me wrong. I believe happy endings exist in real life. I’m not giving up yet. But at some point, I had to face reality. Within the pages of this journal, there’s a story to be told. My story. One that’s not concluded, but one that’s a continuous journey. And I’m here to share it with you.