“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language/ And next year’s words await another voice.” -T.S. Eliot “Four Quartets”
The bright Wednesday morning bubbled around me in the corner of the cafe. People buzzed by on the street and chatted with one another as they made their way through Lake Merritt. In that moment, I got lost in how much can happen in just a year.
When I moved to Los Angeles, I finally felt at peace. It suited me. And over the past six and half years, I have managed to find a community of wonderfully talented friends in what could be the loneliest city. I have met people and had experiences that are uniquely L.A., and as much as I despise the traffic, I would never trade my time in L.A. for anything in the world.
But just like anything, there is always a moment when you need to open yourself up to new opportunities. So, in the matter of six weeks, I was accepted to a school and found myself packing everything up to move back to the Bay Area. And while I was so excited to go to this amazing school and start something new, a huge part of me was sad to leave my life in L.A. behind.
As I move further and further into this new year, I feel more at ease with letting go. Last year was an obstacle of its own-things that I want to keep and things that I want to leave. Things that I will always remember and things I am trying desperately to forget. Things that brought me so much happiness and things that broke my heart. And while I have no regrets of anything that happened last year, I am ready to hear a new song-a song of 2013 and a better me.