Great Expectations

I am moving to New York City.

In three days.

With my best friend.

(That last phrase always takes the edge off of the fear that underlies the first two. hehehe)

I have been a Californian my whole life, born and raised. I have always claimed to be a true-blue, never-leaving, sunshine-loving Cali girl. I am stepping out of this idea of myself and out of the home state I love so well in search of something... maybe in search of everything...

Adventure.
Career.
Friendships.
Life.
Myself.

I have tried my very hardest over the past month to keep my expectations of what will or may happen in NYC at bay.

I have a very strong tendency to create great expectations and often (all too often) wind up being disappointed in the results and realities of what I find in life and what I feel is "thrown at me" by the powers that oppose my happy expectations.

I aim for this blog to be about actions/reactions, silly/sad/crazy/pathetic situations, mishaps, mistakes, adventures/misadventures, small triumphs and the general chaos that I expect will make up The Big Move to The Big Apple.

Of course, I will not be able to completely keep out the hopes/dreams/wishes for what I really want to happen with this move, but I desire the ability to write primarily about what IS happening... a sort of "live in the moment" blog... less of a whining about how sad I am that things aren't perfectly how I expect them to be... I'll save that for myspace. ;)

In my life I have typically started each new phase by trying my hardest to excel at whatever the new adventure or task was. It is this attempt to excel and prove my worth that has created in others and myself high expectations for what I will accomplish and who I will become. This pressure to perform is partially my own fault, but can also be largely attributed to the way I was raised.

I want to expand on this idea further...

However, I have decided to make this post short, uneventful and fairly lack-luster.

I am hoping to counter this cycle of elevated expectations that I place on my life - on myself, on every activity I encounter, on every person I meet, even this blog - and that I have placed on me by others, and allow myself to maintain the nice breathing room I worked my way into by having mediocre expectations for myself through my five years in college.

Basically, if I do not expect too much from every post, and you do not expect too much from every post... it will be hard for anyone to be TOO disappointed. Who knows... the next one could be amazing... but let's not expect it to be. ;)

So, welcome friends! If you miss me, this is where you can find me. I am merely a quick www. and a few sarcastic words away from you. Plus, I'm always roaming the myspace/facebook social networks and I know I'll see you there. I do not expect to be too lonesome for anyone in NYC... because I hope to have you all with me at all times.

Thank you to the people who have motivated me, supported this move and cheered us on in the process.
Thank you to my parents for their never ending, far reaching love and support.
Thank you to my best of friends, Miss Emily for going on this amazing adventure with me... and to think freshman year, I used to tell you I would never move to New York. haha!! :)

Love Always,
the LoLo