I'm nervous.
I'm scared.
I'm scared to fall in love.


When I tell people, I know my feelings, and I know it when I truly like someone, I do.
And I'm starting to get those feelings.

Not with someone, but with something.

I'm going to Cali for the first time in my life, and as time gets closer, I am scared to death.
I'm scared to fall in love with it because once I fall, I fall deep.
Sometimes when I get so caught up that I can never look back.
And the funny thing is, my knees get weak when I think about it.
That's how frightened and nervous I am because this is the determination of my future.


It feels as though it's my first time meeting the man of my dreams.
Now it's the city of my dreams.




It only frightens me because others keep emphasizing how much of a Cali girl I am, how they picture me there or in a big city, how I belong there because I act like the people there. Honestly, I've felt that way deep in my heart since I was a kid. I always told my parents I was moving to Cali (either Santa Monica or San Fran) even before the hype, even before I knew that Cali was supposed to be a cool place to live. I just knew that THAT is where I wanted to be. It's weird for me to even imagine or say that as a kid because I've never been there. The dreams always came and gone, but now... we shall see.


I just want to live somewhere, where I feel like "I belong here. This place is for me. This place is my home. The place is my heart."



I am definitely not ready to fall in love at all... with anyone or anything or any place.