Hi there, my name is Rachel Davis and Monday I spontaneously flew to Los Angeles, no plans, no job, just dreams, and this is where my story begins.
I wrote most of this over the past few days and I’ve got to tell you, waking up every morning I’ve been completely terrified. I have no game plan for day-to-day but I need to: look for jobs, email about 20 people (literally 20), find a place to stay starting tomorrow, potentially get a rental car… my tendency in situations like this is to freeze, stay in bed all day and pretend like there’s nothing happening. I can’t do that here, it’s time I start living my life whether I’m terrified or not, life is just one big adventure.
For the past two years, all I have wanted was to move to Los Angeles. At first I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do or where I would live, I just knew it was where I wanted to be [starts singing the Weezer song in my head – “Beverly Hills, that’s where I want to be”]. After I graduated college, I knew 100% that what I got my degree in would not make me happy and that brought along the quintessential, post-grad, existential crisis. I knew whatever I did, I wanted it to make me happy and I wanted it to help others in some way and the only things that I could think of that would do both were music and films.
From the two I found out about the job title: Music Supervisor. So I started doing my research and began looking for ways to move to Los Angeles to pursue it. The main thing I found was that if you didn’t already live in LA, it was going to be next to impossible to get a job there. So for a year I applied for jobs anyways, looked at apartments and honestly kind of sat around waiting for an opportunity.
Well, as you’ve guessed by now, 3 days ago I got a little bit tired of waiting for an opportunity and wanted to make one happen. This isn’t as brave as it sounds, I had tried everything possible to get on a standby flight home but there were no flights available to Northwest Arkansas, to 35 minutes from home or even to the airport 2 hours from home. The only flight available that Monday afternoon was to good ole LAX. So I thought “why not?” well that was after a phone conversation with my mom that ended in “RACHEL IF YOU DON’T GET ON THAT FLIGHT…” ha side note: thanks mom for pushing me.
So I’m here. I talked to a friend yesterday and he told me not to get discouraged and not to give up. Then today I had coffee with a connection from AOII, (BLESS SORORITIES!!!) and just from that hour and a half so many doors were opened.
Every morning I contemplate getting on a flight home, this is the hardest and craziest thing I’ve ever done. I’m terrified of everything but I know that even the worst-case scenario isn’t that bad. Even though I’m scared, I’m even more afraid of what would happen if I don’t take these risks. So far I’ve learned that: anxiety and fear are OKAY, but you can’t let them keep you from what you really want.
So for now that’s all… I’ll keep you updated because who honestly knows what will happen! Here’s to crazy adventures and hoping for the best!
Love you to the moon whoever you are. Thank you for reading this!