I guess it would be a good idea to use my first blog post to introduce myself… : )
My name is Cindy. I’m a 22 year old Midwestern girl who, when not dreaming of traveling to new destinations, can be found wandering the lovely streets of California. Let’s start off with how this girl who grew up in a small suburb in Minnesota ended up in the laid-back beach city of Laguna Beach, California…
Last year was a big year for me. I graduated from the University of Minnesota at 20 years old, immediately landed a great job in the Twin Cities, and had a cute little studio apartment in the heart of Dinkytown lined up for me all by May 2017. By September 2017, I was living a completely different life than I had initially planned, across the country in Huntington Beach, California. What happened during the short months between May & September that caused such a drastic change in my life plans?
When visiting a friend that summer, I ended up truly falling in love with California and the easygoing beach lifestyle. So much so that on the day I flew back to Minnesota, I told my parents that I was moving to California and that I was going to do so in 2 weeks. Let me tell you, I am sooo incredibly blessed to have such supportive parents who instead of deterring me from my impetuous idea, encouraged me to go out into this world and just experience life, even if I’m incredibly impulsive with my decisions at times. Within those brief two weeks, I put in my two weeks notice for my work, canceled my apartment lease, packed my tiny little car with all of the clothes I could possibly fit, and said my goodbyes.
I didn’t have a job or even a place to stay waiting for me in California. It was out of true curiosity of the possible life that I could be living elsewhere that I decided to take a step away from the mundane life I would be living in Minnesota. Taking this risk has turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my entire life.
A couple days after arriving in California, I landed an interview with a neurological medical office that I wanted to work for sooo badly. I ended up getting the job, finding a nice place to stay, and thought my life was going to be picture-perfect. Through the lens of my camera and the pictures/videos I’d post on social media, it would appear that I was living that perfect life. I was in California with a stable job, always spending time at the beach, shopping, and going out. But you know how it is, we only post what we want others to see.
After several months of living my ‘perfect’ life in California, I realized that I wasn’t genuinely happy. That was when I decided that I needed to make a decision: I could either play it safe & continue my normal day-to-day life or I could kind of just wing it & see where it takes me. I chose to wing it.
I came to the understanding that in order to find my passion in life, I have to go out and take risks, be open to new experiences, get to know people, listen to their stories, learn, play… and I just couldn’t do this while being tied down to a 9-5 job. I put in my two weeks notice at the job that I was quite frankly once obsessed with, gave up my stable income, handed my landlord my move-out notice, and now I’m on my journey to find out what brings me joy.
My friends & family constantly ask me what my next plan is… All I can say is that, as of now, I honestly don’t have anything planned and that is completely okay. From past experience, I’ve come to find out that oftentimes, the things that scare you the most, always end up to be the best adventures. As my mom always reminds me, life is really not all that serious. And as I have found out, it always somehow manages to work itself out by pure serendipity.