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I Remember When I First Came to LA

I remember when I first packed up my little ’96 silver Honda Civic and made the trek to the west coast. I remember when I first walked into my apartment, with my then boyfriend, and saw my “bed” that Brandon and Arthur had set up for me. I remember thinking, there is no way I am sleeping on a blow up beer pong table.

I remember shedding my first tear in LA. I remember thinking, I’m never going to make it.

I remember going out and buying my first dress in LA, for my first interview in LA. I remember being crushed when they said we’re looking for someone with more experience, I’m sorry.

I remember when I called my mom crying telling her that my E! interview ended before it began. I remember hearing my mom cry saying that she hated when I cried.

And now, all this is replaying in my head as I sit here and listen to my neighbors* tell me their future “I remember when” stories. How they held their tears back today. How they are scared and nervous and how they “want it so bad, if they only gave me the chance.”

I sit and listen. I tell them, that place wasn’t meant for you, the right job – your job – is still out there for you. They are dumb to not have you work for them. I tell them, “It sucks, I know.”

But we all need these moments. We need them so we have our own “I remember when” stories. We need them to realize how lucky we are to have such an amazing support system and how we continue to inspire each other everyday.

We need them so when we each have our own True Hollywood Story air, they have something more than just all of our great accomplishments. We need them so we can all gather around in our lavish homes and cheers with bottles of champagne, and laugh until we cry about the time when we first got here and cried.

Melissa Marin is a blogger, producer and enjoy-er of all things fab-u-lous.  Most nights are filled with manicures and wine, but is seldom seen with out chipped nails.  The public pool with the little Mexican kids is her haven.  ‘I like to pretend its my own private pool with hired lifeguards and all of my closest friends hanging out.  With the occasional pool crasher from time to time.’   You can follow her on Twitter LAQueenPinsTumblr and Fleshlightning

  • Andrea Clatworthy

    I just moved to LA two months ago, and still sleeping on a futon and struggling to find the “right job for me.” Sometimes it really helps to remember that I’m not the first (and definitely won’t be the last) person to go through this tough time! I can’t wait to be able to say “I remember when” :)

  • Bex Olver

    Good luck Andrea! I’m moving back to the coast to be near my family at the end of the year. I’m giving up my mediocre job to find out exactly what I want to do. Cue throwing a lot of stuff away to make the move easier and saving like crazy. Scary- exciting!

  • Bonnie Birdsell Williams

    Having just moved to NYC (three days ag0), this really hit home for me. Thank you!

  • Sam Gordon

    I hope to move to LA after college and this does give me some hope. Thank you.

  • Dawn Glaves

    Woah, are you my neighbor? I also moved to LA 2 months ago (what’s up Andrea!) and am on the job hunt. Nice to read this.

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