So I Moved to Los Angeles

That’s right friends — new year, new city! Just after Christmas, Mark and I packed up the dogs in the car and took off on a four-day, one-way road trip from Chicago to Los Angeles (more on this trip later!).

Chicago was the first city I ever returned to after a trip and thought “Home.” I never got tired of the skyline, the opportunities, or the people. I loved knowing every corner of my neighborhood and which train to tell a tourist to take.

Wayfaring Rachel: A Chicago-based blog

Chicago wasn’t supposed to be my forever, though. In fact, I never particularly wanted to live there in the first place. But Chicago draws you in, with cozy bars on snowy nights and rallying around a World Series and celebrating the first warm day of the year by playing hooky from work.

Even more than wanting to ditch those -25 degree winter days, the catalyst for making this big move was not wanting to settle. Forward motion has been a theme in my life for as long as I can remember. Pushing through tough spots is one thing — but pushing through comfort in a gamble of gaining something better is entirely another.

I don’t know if Los Angeles will be my forever home, but I know, without this move, I would’ve looked back on my life wondering.

While there are still a few boxes haunting me, waiting to be perfectly organized, settling in has felt so natural. I can see a palm tree out my window. I’ve gone hiking every weekend. People are more welcoming than I ever could have imagined. So I guess, at least for now, I’m home.

The Strand, Manhattan Beach


I can’t leave you all without some way to make this little update worth reading! It’s been a while since I wrote my last post, but it feels like just a moment during this incredibly busy time. That kind of scared me – the thought that weeks could pass by unnoticed and uncelebrated.

They say our perception of time changes with age — we remember every detail as a child, and then as an adult we blink and a month has passed. Since I’m a Scientific American nerd, I looked into this: “Our brain encodes new experiences, but not familiar ones, into memory, and our retrospective judgment of time is based on how many new memories we create over a certain period.”

….That’s kind of amazing, right?! New experiences are, in a sense, the way to live your longest (and certainly most exciting) life.

The best periods of my life have been crazy whirlwinds, the kind where you can’t catch your breath and barely know which way is up. Settling in is the hard part. Doing the work and staying grateful is the hard part. I’m striving for a bit of balance (and a lot of sunshine).

Wishing you a wonderful year of new adventures.