Back to Life..Back to Realityyy!

Winter, Spring, Summer... 2010! Before we knew it, it was warming up again... The storms had passed! (In every sense of the word) I was feeling stronger, happier, more ME. In fact, I was feeling so strong, I thought I could even "bury the hatchet" with the ex and you know... be friends.
After all, ignoring his phone calls began getting a little bit old. Yeah, I got this. I can do it.

Before I knew it, it was as if we had NEVER split up. Rookie mistake.



                 Camping trips, road trips, drive in's, parties, BBQ's, the list went on. We did it all. It was good..for a while. I mean, I KNEW this would happen. This always happens. And I willingly went along with it anyway. I did it to myself. Some people just dont ever change. Shit kept hitting the fan and I just couldn't understand why. I didnt get it. What  was I doing wrong? Why is it that we always blame ourselves first, when most of the time, especially in my case, it had nothing to do with me. Before I knew it, Summer 2010 had passed. Where did it go? Where did I go? Was I lost again? Oh NO.... Please NO. Not again. I'm fine. I'm FINE. But I wasn't Fine. Not one BIT. I was a HOT MESS, and I was just REALLY good at hiding it.

How could I let this happen again? WHY Daniela!?
One day, one HUGE fight, and lots of tears later, I found myself at my mother's house. The only place of comfort I could think of. I was determined to ignore the voice inside, the comfortable voice that kept telling me to RUN. . but I couldnt ignore it any longer. This was it. You know what? No more quick fixes, no more vacays, NO MORE. Time to MOVE AWAY. FOR GOOD. PERMANENTLY. This pattern isn't good for me. And quite frankly, this city was too small for the both of us.
 I picked up the phone. I dialed Mrs. F.

NO answer.

I wiped my eyes.
What the fuck are you doing Daniela? Maybe its good she didn't pick up. Get a GRIP!

My phone rang. SHIT. It was her. 

"I'm thinking about Moving to Los Angeles" I blurted out.

"Oh my god,  D.....  Perfect timing!"

Mrs. F and family had sold their estate in Vegas and had just moved to LA.  They were custom building their future home in Bel Air and meanwhile were leasing a house in Beverly Hills...which was just a little too big.
"Oh my god, I'm so glad to hear you want to live out here! Whats your plan? (I didnt have one)
Do you have a place to stay? Move in with us! We miss you so much! Its usually just me & the girls, Mr.F comes on weekends, he's so busy! We have an entire 2nd floor of the house we don't even use. Its too big for us. Its yours! You can move in tomorrow if you'd like. You can live here, expense free, until you settle in the city and find a job you like."

This was like music to my ears. I was crying, but for the first time in months, they were tears of joy. So I did what I'm good at. I moved out of my condo, Quit my job (again) packed my car up until nothing else fit, and hit the road.

Destination: Beverly Hills.
The day was November 1, 2010.