My New Home vs. My Old Home
I had been in the passenger seat of my parent's rental SUV for 17 hours. My legs ached and butterflies were fluttering in my stomach the entire way. We were making our way to Los Angeles where I would be living while I attended the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising.
It was around 9pm when we finally pulled up to our hotel. We could have been there sooner if we hadn't been lost for 45 minutes driving in circles. I took one look at my surroundings and my eyes began to water. The hotel was an old white building that looked as if it was going to crumble any minute. Several homeless men stood by the front door begging for spare change and groups of intoxicated men and women stumbled out of the restaurant that was connected to the hotel. All I could think was what am I doing here? This isn't the glamorous Los Angeles from the movies I had pictured. Where are the clubs, nice houses, celebrities, and red carpets?
The street was poorly lit,......
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