La, La, Land – Here’s to the fools who dream
Two days ago I crashed my first after party in LA. I have never imagined myself doing something like that, but I did; and probably it was destiny that it was a movie about the City of Angels and Chasing Dreams.
I never really understood what I was getting into when I decided to come to LA; honestly, I never really thought through that I was coming to where the magic happens, to the land of entertainment.
I just wanted to live abroad, to improve my English, to meet new people, and to run away. I guess, deeply, I was terrified of growing up, of leaving college, and my good life there, I thought that if I started working I would be dragged by that world and would never escape, so that was my time to travel.
Then, just like that, I landed in La, La, Land.
I came here to study Marketing. Can you imagine how lost I was? I came here with no plans, no goals, and no focus; of course I took the opportunities that were given to me, I studied, I worked, I lived, but I didn’t knew for sure where I was heading to.
I came to Los Angeles a bit lost but, after three years, and facing the fact that our love story has finally come to an end, or at least an hiatus – is hard to think it is really over – I get myself thinking about who I am today?
For the past three years I had no kitchen, no living room, I had all my belongings in a tiny room, a tiny room full of stories, friends, pain, tears, laughs, love, joy and a lot of growth. I lived in a dorm, and its doors were open to the world.
When I think about what this place and this city means to me, I get blown away by the emotions, my heart lies here now, and a piece of it will always do. Three years ago I was so scared that I would never find a place that I would love and fit like Bauru. I was wrong.
Westwood embraced me just like the Sandwich city did back in 2009. I will never stop being thankful for such and amazing experience. Life has truly been generous to me.
It’s December. Soon 2017. Three years I have been here. Three intense years of discovery, of questioning, Three months I have left.
I came here lost, but I am not anymore.
I leave with a dream, with passion, with courage.
I didn’t know exactly whom I was when I first came to LA, and maybe I have made my decision based on the wrong ideas, but I know for sure that I was meant to come to this city. I was meant to understand what Entertainment and Acting truly meant to me. I was meant to live this international life. I was meant to meet this people. I was meant to go through the heartbreak. I was meant to survive. I was meant to live all this amazing adventures. I was meant to understand more who I was, to start my search for my vulnerability, for my inner desires.
Three months I have left. Three months for what is to be a hiatus or an end. Changes are always a bit emotional for me, and I tend to do a lot of drama. I am Latina after all.
I guess now all I can say is thank you Co-op. You have to live it, to understand it.
And thank you, thank you, thank you La, La, Land.
Here’s to the fools who dream.
Thank you for making a fool.
This will always be home for me.