London“I miss me.”
—London Wright
Looking through the front windshield as we approach Main Street in Los Angeles, my stomach does a flip as I read THE TIMES engraved in the stone of the building high above the tops of the palm trees lining the street.
Yes, I said, palm trees. Score for California.
This is so surreal.
I thank my Uber driver and hop out of his car. I stand for a moment and let my emotions settle. I’m about to walk into my dream job and my new life.
Just a week ago, I summoned the courage to call Brad about a job at the paper, and now, I’m here. One week was all it took to pack up the last five years of my life and move across the country.
Saying good-bye to Paige was so hard. We both shed many tears, but I will still see her often. My dad owns the house that we lived
