Showing posts with label growing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

My Wizard

It was about 3:30am.  I had just gotten back to the hostel after a night of drinking at Saddle Ranch to find someone sleeping in my bed and all my stuff gone.  I was hysterical and in tears.  It was my first night EVER in a hostel and I was just not having it.  I was arguing with the guy at the front desk but he wasn't helping, he just wanted to move me to another hostel. Then you walked in, black pants and your red button-up shirt, for some reason I felt so relieved seeing another person walk in, it's like I knew at that moment everything would be okay.
You asked if I was alright and I said not really.  I told you the situation.  You looked at me and then at the guy at the front desk and said "give her a blanket and a pillow and we will work this out in the morning." He tried arguing with you but you said it again and he gave up and handed me a blanket and pillow. "You can stay with me tonight so no worries. This is all part of traveling, so don't stress, we will work it out in the morning."
I felt a little akward lying in your bed,  you were in nothing but boxers and kept talking about how you had been doing the shuffle all night.  "What is this Australian guy talking about?" I kept thinking LOL.  We lay there for a bit when I said "I can't sleep."  "I have a bottle of rum.  We can go downstairs for some drinks if you want" was your reply.
So we headed downstairs for some late night drinks.  We talked quite a bit, in fact I don't think we ran out of stuff to talk about.  We laughed and flirted and then crawled back into your bed and finally went to sleep.
I slept in your bed every night after that.  We talked about anything and everything.  You told me about your travels and the adventures you had.  I told you why I had come out to LA. We watched movies, listened to music, we talked about family, careers, relationships,  there were no boundaries to what we talked about.  We would stay up till the sun came up every morning or until one of us (usually me) would fall asleep mid story or movie.
At the end of that first month you asked me to move in with you. Steve had a room and we could move in with in two days and you wanted me to go with you.  I didn't even have to think about it.  I said yes with no hesitation.  I was so scared to move in with you.  I had never lived with a guy before,  I was really nervous.  We didn't even have time to talk about because you worked the next two days.  The night we moved in I told you I was nervous, that I had never done this before.  You said neither had you but we were in this together and just wrapped your arms around me.
I spent the best five months of my life with you - late night talks, Jenny's drink, teaching you how to cook,  NetFlix, True Blood (we never got to finish it), beef jerky and raspberry snapple every night in bed,  our little cocoon, stealing the blankets (it was all you), the light fairy, the Melbourne Shuffle, teaching me the Melbourne Shuffle, the many many nights in the party room, "doing laundry", almost getting kicked out for "doing laundry", MoMo, Lady GaGa, Anzac day, Yo Momma jokes with D, hustling to get a private room, "the other couple", tickets, stealing tickets (you better win me something good), Kino (our favourite restaurant), quitting smoking, thinking you can drink me under the table (my mom is waiting for the challenge), our late night drinking sessions in our room at the apartment,  seeing the sun come up almost every morning, snuggling,  late nights (the favourite part of my day), naps,  "Emmie what do you do in the morning?" how are you up so early, calling me a cradle snatcher, having completely different taste in clothing, CUNT lol, our little family - Justo, Dallas, you and me, "I am Vampire," Metro trivia which I am still planning on beating you at, always moving on Ryan time lol its so true, never being able to get anywhere at a good time, Minute to Win It, Judge Judy, getting kicked off of Judge Joe Brown, Kesha - do you ever wonder if P. Diddy wakes up feeling like Kesha?, Steve's obsession with Alice in Chains,  The Rooster song,  kill Justo's rooster, never wanting to eat chicken again, waiting for the bus at 4am after work at Hollywood and Highland drinking a bottle of rum, Spike aka RJ, Queen Victoria, Victoria, Chiller (the wet lizard), a 16 bedroom dorm room,  smelly socks, all our stuff getting stolen, the Usher Party - I have to use my visa it's an emergency we need more drinks $160 later, bed bugs, bed bugs and more bed bugs, losing the apartment, Vegas - the best birthday ever, hustling for free limo rides, the awful bus drivers, getting dorkified, our day trips ending up being just us hanging out and drinking, night time tears,  the dreaded hostel cough that I gave to everyone, hat wars, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, R, Y, A, N, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, haha you started that one, being on our last dollar and still managing to get by, smelling our socks to see which ones can still be worn lol man that got so bad, your Australianims - jumper, singlet, oi, Mackers, toilet. Being unstoppable, realizing you actually have curly hair, baby oil, conditioner, Bubba Gump's,  never making it to the Tar Pits, me being horrible with money, me accidentally locking you out and you banging on the wrong window and the woman thought you were a peeping Tom lol too funny but I felt so horrible, a king size bed made from to different sized mattresses so in the end sleeping on one mattress, buying you new sheets and head testing your new pillows, pool days ending up in you trying to throw me in the pool, taking care of me when I'm not feeling well, you getting a membership at a gay gym and coming home with stacks of business cards from all the guys there, my southern twang accent you like so much, your british accent, telling travelers at the hostel I was a penguin trainer, SYNERGY, business plans that go just as fast as they came,  Dallas coming home wasted and spitting all night, Justo with his swollen eyes, earthquakes, me getting my miracle, my Paris Hilton Pefume, babe can I use your razor?  Emmie can I use your hair mousse?  Vikram's scissors, getting through the toughest times, growing as a person, sharing every waking and sleeping moment with someone (not always easy but we did it), never knowing what a song is called or who it's by even though you were a DJ, you branding me with the Australian flag, I always managed to find your hand and slip mine in it,  trying to buy me pepper spray,  you eating pretzels and jerky in bed,  grape fights and waking up to them in my hair, pinning me up against a chain link fence until I kissed you,  my very own Harry Potter (you never did show me any wizard tricks I'm thinking you glamoured me), "Emmie, Ryan have you seen my towel, oh wait I found it" "DONT USE THAT TOWEL!!!",  who was that guy that came into the room that night it wasn't Justin, Lopedawg, Em Dawg and Hawt Dawg, Leo Dicaprio, Twilight, Justin and his spray tan lol I did a bad job he looked like a Zebra, your house on the hill, Santa Monica Pier, Venice Beach, dry noodles, talking to me in your sleep, calling me turtle and then I lost my shell and you called me a slug and then said sea turtle because they are cuter,  being your heating blanket and calling me a Polar Bear, Mother Hen, tocitos at 3am (bad idea),  Massive Attack, Air, La Roux, hookers in Vegas thinking I was working you, Zietgiest and remembering your dreams...I hope I didn't forget anything.
These past five months have been incredible.  We went through hell and high water together and I would not take a second of it back.  It wasn't always easy, you went through your depression and I went through dealing with Max stuff, but we supported each other no matter what.
It was harder not living with you then it was living with you.  It was more of a struggle but we got through that too.  We wouldn't let anything or anyone tear us down.  We were in it together no matter what.
 You have taught me so much about myself these past few months. When we met I was heart broken and wanting close myself off to the world and others. I tried to be bulletproof but you wouldn't let me. Bit by bit everyday you listened and let me be me with no judgment calls.  You showed me what it's like to have what I deserve in life.  You made me feel beautiful again inside as well as out, that I'm strong and I can take on anything life throws at me. You always say your a lucky man but I consider myself a lucky woman.  Lucky to have someone in my life like you and share with you what we shared.  There are no words to describe what you mean to me or what we had together means, I can try to explain but I know you could look in my eyes and understand because with you I don't always need to say it you just know.  For the first time in my life I actually felt worthy of something so incredible that always seemed just out of my reach and you took my hand and shared the beauty with me.  It was like everything I shared with you was the first time I shared it with anyone, like everything we were doing was the first time for both of us.  I grew up so much and can stand on my own two feet now, no matter what comes at me.
I watched you grow from this "Cool guy" who always needed to prove something to people and  himself what he what he believed in,  a guy who needed a five year plan to feel settled and comfortable in life into a man who knows what his beliefs are and he doesn't need to prove them anymore because he knows where he stands with himself.  A man that still wants a five year plan but it's ok to stop and smell the roses and take things day by day.  A man that knows as people we aren't perfect and we make mistakes and it's ok, and a man who realized it's ok to let your feelings take over sometimes.
I never thought you would fall in love with me.  I tried so hard not to but I finally let go of my fears and let it happen.  Loving someone and them loving you back is an amazing feeling and when we both finally let go it was so beautiful and I will always hold on to it.
Saying goodbye to you last week was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Then you showed up at the hostel to say goodbye one last time. You are my best friend, my family and my lover and I miss you like crazy, but maybe this is just another challenge for us.  We never went two weeks without something coming up and biting us but no matter what we got through it.  Nothing ever broke us, nothing ever knocked us down,  together we are unstoppable and no matter what happened we just seemed to get stronger and closer...closer then either of us ever thought.  It's hard not having my best friend around,  who is going to pick me up when I'm down, who is going to be in bed waiting to hear about my day,  who is going to sit and talk about nothing all night but yet it's the most important conversation.  You get me Ryan, and I have never had that.  You got the real me, shell gone and all and I don't regret it.
I miss you so much but know we will see each other again soon.  Just remember who you are and don't lose sight of that, and when in doubt I gave you my world so just hold on to it.
 I would sleep with you in a box in a ten year dream.
I love you
Turtle
xoxox

Saturday, July 17, 2010

What's My Journey About?!?

I have been gone almost 5 months!  It seems like a lifetime since I left but yet it seems like I just got here yesterday.
People always ask me "what are you doing out here?"  "Why are you doing what you are doing?"  "what is your plan out here?"  For a long time I didn't know how to answer any of these questions,, or maybe I did but I was just too scared to say it.  I've been thinking about writing this blog for a few days now,  I know that I have to write this and let all of you know everything,  what got me out here, how it all happened and why it happened.  It's not easy but I'm not afraid anymore to let anyone know how this started and what this journey has been about.
Last year some of you got a phone call from me saying I met someone who was amazing and beautiful and he asked me to marry him and I said yes.  Yet it was secret and my family didn't know.  I was really discreet on how I met him. I did tell many of you how I met him at a club, he was in the city on a shoot and we met one night and thats it, we just knew we wanted to be together and that was that.
Not so much.  The truth is thats not how I met him.  I met him on a dating chat line, but I never actually met him. I know it's crazy, I can't even explain why I fell for it or why I felt that it could work.  I never wanted to be one of those girls who fell into one of those traps, falling for someone over a chat line,  and maybe I did and maybe I didn't I still don't know.  In the whole time I believed in this I got frustrated.  I wanted just for once,  to have what so many of my friends had around me.  Love.  Is that so wrong?  Is it so wrong I hated that no one could trust what I felt? That I just wanted someone to support my choices instead of telling me everything I was doing was wrong? That I knew what I was doing?  Even reading this you might think I didn't but once you read this post  you will know that I knew what I was doing from day one.
I got to the point I couldn't take it anymore.  I hadn't talked to him in months but I just knew, something in my stomach told me to "go to LA, with or without him."  Everyone thought I was crazy,  I kept saying I was coming out here for him, which to a point I was. People said, give up, it's not worth it, move on, you can do better; but I couldn't go on without knowing, I needed answers, so with barly a goodbye to my friends I packed up and left with Los Angeles as my destination.
When I came out here I knew things with Max were done,  despite what I said.  Deep down inside I knew that we had been done for awhile, but I (felt) I needed to prove to everyone that I could have this life that I thought I was to have with Max.  I needed to prove that I could go and do my own thing and survive and be my own person.  I was afraid to let everyone know they had been right the whole time,  that once again I had made a bad decision,  I wanted to be right and prove it.  So I left.
I came out here, empty, frustrated and wanting to close myself off to everyone; but I became full of life and experiences, hope and courage.  I met and made some of the best friends I have ever made in my life.  Instead of being closed off I learned what it's like to love and be loved back by someone deserving.  I have had the opportunity to sit down with one of the best people I have ever met and just talk with no judgment but just understanding.  I have learned that I am strong and I am a survivor and I am ready to take whatever it is that life has to throw at me because I am able to take it and throw it back even harder.
I know I fucked up with some of you back home, and I'm sorry.  I just wanted support and some understanding and maybe you were giving it to me but I was being blind, especially to some of my greatest friends who really did nothing but care about me being reckless and wanted the best for me.  I'm sorry that I couldn't see what you saw.............I did see what you saw I just didn't want to believe that it wasn't real.  I love all of you guys and miss you all so much and I hope that we can put all of the past behind.
I know that some of you will judge me on this, and how I really met Max, but if thats the case then you are not the type of person I want or will keep in my life,  because when it comes down to it the whole thing with Max is the best thing that ever happenend to me.  If it wasn't for what I went through I never would've gotten on that plane and come out here and I never would've experienced the best 5 months of my life.
There are no words to explain what I have experienced since I have been out here,  I can say its been, incredible, heartbreaking, tearful, fulfilling, challenging but even that will not even compare to how my experience really has been.  I have no regrets in anything I have done or any decision I have made and am so proud of what I have done but also proud of who I have become since I have left 5 months ago.
A few days ago I went down to the beach, alone, just to clear my head.  I wanted that to really think about everything I have experienced since I have been out here, I wanted the excitement of being in California like when I first arrived.  I took it all in, the ocean, the palm trees, the homeless lying out sleeping in the hot sun, the pier, the sunbathers on the beach.  I stood on the bridge to the pier and just looked out at the view, how the sand and ocean eventually meet the mountains off in the distance.  It still takes my breath away which is exactly what I needed, a breath.  I have been so overwhelmed with emotion that I stopped breathing.  Now please don't think it's a bad thing, everything I have been through here is exactly what I needed.  What I am doing exactly is exactly what I am suppossed to be doing,  I just get so wrapped up I forget to stand back and take a look.  I want to remember every moment, because I am now realizing more then ever I can never get any of those moments back.  Even little things like hanging out in the dorms with roommates, or walking down Hollywood Blvd in the heat, sitting out on the steps on a hot night.  It's moments like these that make me realize how much I love Los Angeles!! I know I say I am getting sick of it but I really do love it out here and I will never forget my time or experience's that I have had here.
I'm not writing this so there are no "i told you so's" because like I said if thats what you want to do then do it, I don't expect apologies either.  The truth is I don't want any of that.  I have been writing these blogs since I left,  for me it's a sense of communication with everyone back home, it's my way of keeping in touch; but being in touch with you means being in touch with myself and thats what this blog is.  I finally know why I was meant to come out here and I didn't want to come home after all this growing and still not be truthful.
I don't think I have ever been as truthful with people as I have with the people I have met out here.  Travelers are a different type of people.  It's like this unspoken bond, a universal family.  I have talked with someone for  five minutes and they just get it. It scares me to think that someone I have just met can get me so much.    They get what I am feeling as I do them.  They know the feeling about going home. Going home is not easy, it's harder then leaving.  It's really scary thinking of coming home,  I know I have changed heaps and I'm scared of what it's going to be like, but it's all part of my journey and California is only the first chapter in that book
It wasn't easy for me to write this post either,  I have completely opened myself up and exposed everything but if I didn't write this then my growth as a person almost seems pointless.  So take it as you will.  It feels really good to let it all out there and let you in to my thoughts and experineces no matter who you are.  This is me and who I am and it is a great and wonderful feeling.  Just remember when I do come home it's still me, it's just a new me!

The steam from the engine wafts over the platform like a panorama of rolling clouds. With her single bag in hand she cut through the haze with intrepidness towards the train. As she climbed up the steps hesitation touched her and a breath escaped her pursed lips. The allure was too great. She knew what she had to do.