The Concrete Jungle

I will have spent fifteen years of my life this summer growing up in sunny Southern California: the land of dreams, beaches, and surfing. Before college I lived in San Diego, only knowing of the lurking, smog-filled Concrete Jungle of LA. It was the place to avoid with your life, as I was told. And I saw no need to linger into new territory, not with Sea World and the Zoo right down the street.

Yet college dawned on the horizon as high school graduation neared and knowing not what else to do I followed in my older sister's footsteps and headed to Biola University. There I set my roots as I ventured into a new life centered around the Concrete Jungle. As I spent more time in LA talking to those who grew up knowing nothing else besides their Concrete Jungle, I realized to them it was paradise. Yeah, maybe I would prefer something outside of the smog-choked infestation, but the idea of staying for awhile took root and I decided to make the most of it while I was here.

It has been four years now since I started to make this wasteland into a home, and though I am far from staking my claims forever in this territory, I am satisfied with the life I have, for now. I still have big dreams to journey to other unknown lands, like the Midwest--why would a California girl want to move to the Midwest you may ask, well that is for another blog--but for now I am alright with living in the Concrete Jungle and seeing what adventures await me here.