before i share an update on my job and travel and lease predicament, a step-by-step guide on trusting the universe (and working hard asf):

may 2023: graduated fashion school (i did a 2-year degree and dipped, eager to get my foot in the door).

june 1st: moved in with a roommate from college whose dad was backing us on the lease. i had no job and no prospects. i was applying to internships and assistant positions everywhere. i was too stubborn to reach out to my bosses from my internship at Guess during school –– i did not want to work for a big company like that just yet.

eom: after a month of trying and trying, my roommate, who was one of these la crystal-sage-aura-reading girls, told me to simply "state out loud to the universe" what i wanted in a job. so i sat down with her in the middle of moving in a coffee table we had stooped, and i did just that. i was clear and passionate and a little frustrated, just out of knowing i could do it if it came to me.

i wanted to work for a small local business, and sew with knits (my degree focused primarily on wovens). i wanted it to be woman-owned, be able to get there safely on the public transport in under 30 mins (difficulty level 10xthousand100,000xmillion), run around the fashion district and learn to negotiate with local vendors, learn printing techniques and trims sourcing and work with my hands and have fun.

by the end of it i was in tears. i went on a walk –– partially to clear my head but mostly to get out of the apartment because i was embarrassed. embarrassed to cry in front of my roommate, to not have a job yet, to be running up to the end of my funds and not knowing what to do. so i walked to the park, and there on a structure:

i texted the number and started the next day. i was there every day for many months and it was a blast. my roommate remarked once that i would come home singing i was so happy.

a spookily similar thing just happened this past weekend...

recent updates ––

after a quick visit to my leasing office to tell them i got laid off and get an idea of what breaking my lease would look like –– where they spit out a number twice what i had estimated and added on so many unnecessary and truly comically inhumane fees that i actually had to go on a long walk to chill out –– the storm cleared a bit and i took a breath. i guess i live in la a little longer. oh well, i have a pretty damn good life here and a balcony. a little bit of new plan, a little bit of old plan. i returned from my walk and booked a one way ticket to amsterdam.

flash back to friday, 5pm on the dot ––

shot in the dark, i fired off a text to my old boss at the small biz. she had been trying to scoop me from my corporate design job over the summer, and as much as i'd wanted to take her offer, i had turned it down because at the time honestly i thought i was gonna get promoted. ha.

but she was stoked, we exchanged "we're so back" texts, and set up a call for the following week. i spoke to her and her partner yesterday to get all the details sorted, and during this call we mapped it out that at the exact moment i was being handed my unemployment envelope and told i was terminated, they had been (kind of) joking to each other about me: "how do we get this girl to quit her job??"

perfect timing.

somehow, in a weekend, i was freed from my corporate day-to-day, written a check, booked a flight to europe, and have my dream job lined up for me with a flexible start date when i come back, whenever i want. what the heck. like what.

so so grateful and hard posting this from the airplane.