For as far back as I can remember, when my family’s Chevy mini van rounded the bend on the Midwestern interstate where I could catch a glimpse of the small skyline (HUGE to me) of our state’s capital, my heart would pound in anticipation knowing we were going to be in the CITY soon! I was that child who would annoyingly scream with joy and sometimes even puke with anxious excitement as we drove closer and closer to the string of high rise buildings.
Hi, I’m Tiffany and I’m a city-holic. I always have been and always will be, which is weird being that I am from a small, rural farm town of less than 20,000 people. I always felt a strong connection, curiosity, and a sort of magic and life when in any big city. But, like anyone who is born a small, comfortable, and safe town filled with friends and family… making the jump to follow your dreams can can be a daunting, almost impossible task. ”Will I make it?” ”I will be so far away from familiarity!” ”Is this really what I want?” ”Is it all its cracked up to be?” ”Who will show me the ropes?” ”But, I won’t know ANYONE!” All these thoughts and questions crossed my mind, but in a leap of faith, I went for it. However, it almost didn’t happen. My fears of the unknown and comfortable surroundings almost held be back.
It was the last semester in college and I had it all – an amazing college experience, a boyfriend of 3 years who was established and rooted in the community, plenty of friends and family surrounding me, and all “ducks in a row” to start what I’m sure would have been a great life in the Midwest. But, deep down I knew that I would be miserable if I just kept drifting forward. So, me being me, I took the opposite direction at the fork in the road and went out in a blaze to make sure there was no turning back. Looking back now a completely different and changed person, I could have done this (dumped by boyfriend, accepted a corporate job on a whim in Los Angeles, and cut out anyone who was a critic) in a much more mature, thoughtful fashion, but it happened the way it needed to at the time. I knew in my heart that I needed something bigger and bolder in life, not something necessarily something better. For me, it would have been easy for me to stay in my comfort zone and become quickly complacent. I needed to get uncomfortable. And, that I did. I’m so grateful for where I’m from and so thankful for where I am today.
Welcome to my blog, my “6-years-and-counting” journey from the small town I was raised in to the big city. This site will document my constant learning process of living, working, dreaming and loving in the BIG CITY of L.A. My goal is that I am able to help, guide, give a laugh to and dare I say *inspire* someone from a small town to follow their hearts and dreams of not just making it… but THRIVING in any city. This is the ultimate small town girl’s guide to the big city. Everything I wish some chick before me would’ve given me a head’s up on. Enjoy!