Did you ever dream of living in a place? Did you ever actually make it there? Was it everything you hoped it would be?
Well, let me start in the beginning. When I was young I always wanted to leave my hometown and live in Budapest. When I was 18 that dream came true and I loved it.
Then I wanted to live in London and in 2012 I finally made the move, but unfortunately it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. I felt like I didn’t belong even though the city is gorgeous, I still felt like I needed to go back to Budapest.
Then in 2017 I got a chance to apply for an artist visa and had a chance to move to the USA. To the country that I’ve been longing to live in since I was about 15 years old, but I had no idea how. I always knew that I wanted to do everything the right way and it was finally my time.
Originally I wanted to go to New York City. That was my dream. But after talking to friends in the music business I decided I’m going to move to Los Angeles, CA. I knew nobody and had maybe $2000 in my pocket to start this new life with.
I was terrified of being alone, of driving in LA, of finding jobs, etc. But I did it because I was finally there. In the USA.
In the past 4 and a half years I grew to love LA: the beaches, the mountains, the art, the music, the food, found friends and found love. I was working in Beverly Hills at a Bloomingdale’s and performing at the Grafton Hotel on Sunset Blvd when Covid hit. Then everything shut down.
I was trapped in a tiny apartment with nowhere to go and nothing to do but wait. I felt trapped. Like we all did. Life slowly started up again just to be shut down again. It was very hard.
On the bright side we were able to save some money, so we decided to try and buy ourselves a cute condo that we can call our own. But life had other plans.
In late November 2021 my boyfriend got a call from a prestigious hotel in Dallas, Texas and they offered him a position of a lifetime. A huge stepping stone for him, but that meant we have to move to Dallas, Texas.
I’m not gonna lie, I took it really hard. We talked about it and felt like we needed a change. Our intentions of buying a condo were unsuccessful for 6 months so we took this as a sign.
I cried…a LOT. I didn’t want to let go of my California Dream…whatever it was at that point. I just felt like I wasn’t finished yet and that I was robbed of 2 years due to the pandemic. Like we all were.
But we decided to embark on this adventure. Since I was so hesitant to move, we agreed that we’re going to sign a 1-year lease on an apartment and talk about what we want before the lease is up. It sounds easy and fair, right? I thought so…
And then we arrived in Dallas. And I’m trying to make the best of it, but I just can’t shake the feeling of how much I miss California. I miss nature, the ocean, the sunsets, the palm trees, my go-to places. I just miss it. I didn’t want to leave, but for some reason I felt like I had to.
Sometimes life is funny that way. It presents a fantastic opportunity for someone and gives a challenge to the other person. I wish I loved it here. I wish I could see myself living here. I wish I could’ve brought my friends with me.
It’s only been a month and we don’t even have our furniture yet, so things can change. Nature will come alive in the spring, friends will come and visit.
The only things is I know myself…
To be continued…