I am beginning to really enjoy being back in Los Angeles, and I don’t like it! This past week has brought lots of new friends, fantastic weather, even my younger brother Preston, who is like 10 times cooler than I am, has started being nice to me. The problem is I am getting too comfortable. It’s nice to come back to a home cooked meal every night. It’s nice to have my laundry done and bed changed every week. It’s nice to have a car to borrow whenever I like.
With all of these creature comforts my lack of a social life, had long been my motivation. I wanted to get out. To escape the loneliness. To move somewhere new where I would be forced to make new friends. But now that I have found a group of friends in LA, my motivation has evaporated.
This group, is more like a loosely knit social circle of five or six overlapping groups of West LA twenty-somethings. Everyone seems to be in the same position: back home, post-graduation, and lost. What’s next? Most are half-heartedly looking for jobs, biding their time, and taking advantage of their parent’s kindness, for one last real summer vacation. We share a common anxiety. We all hear the ticking clock, counting down to reality. But in this uncomfortable situation, I have found more honesty from friends than I ever before. I am seeing knew, more genuine, sides of people I have known for 10 years.
I am too comfortable. My aspirations for adventure and my eagerness to plow ahead with the business idea are fading. Naturally, I’m terrified.