Today was a day Jean never thought would ever come for her. The day that she was moving to Los Angeles California. Not only was she moving out to her dream city but she was going to attend college. Her parents were shocked for sure. Hell, she was shocked herself. It's not like she even applied for any colleges or made sure her ACT scores were perfect. There was even one teacher who told her at graduation she was surprised she even graduated. That teacher was a bitch... Anyways all her life she had never truly known what she was supposed to do and nor did she make an effort to plan out her future. It was always one day at a time suffering through adolescence. She was never good at school and always got bad grades which ended up disappointing her parents a lot. But they still loved her and only wanted to see her happy and successful. Till one day boom, she decided to pick up her things and move to Los Angeles California to pursue a career in Acting. Although she ever knew she would become an actress, she always knew she would end up in California. It was as if she had manifested it into existence from telling everyone and anyone she knew she was moving there before she actually had a solid plan of how she would get there. Well, I'm done rambling it's pretty obvious that I am Jean. and here I am in LAX ready to start my life in Los Angeles.

"Jean, do you remember where we are supposed to pick up our luggage?" My mom asks for the third time. She's only asking me as a test to see if I can survive on my own and be independent. As if navigating LAX is so hard there are signs in this airport for literally everything. It is practically foolproof.

"Yes, mom. Carousel 5. Right over here down the escalator." I say as I speed up my walk and try not to run into anyone in this sea of humans while I haul this 1,000-pound bag (filled with my college essentials) behind me.

My mom isn't much of a fast walker she likes to take her time and look at everyone and everything. And god forbid we see any babies because this midwest mom will wanna talk to every baby and mother. She's a mother of three girls, of course, she would want to. And I am the baby of the family the last one to leave the nest.

Finally, we get downstairs to Carousel number 5. It takes a good amount of time for the bags to come down. Honestly, I don't mind waiting this time though. Everything about Los Angeles seems so shiny and new and exciting. The people at the airport even seem different. I'm definitely not in Minnesota anymore. Louis Vuitton bags and hair extensions are all I can see.I maybe shouldn't have worn my ratty sweat pants and Nikes. It's a freaking airport how do these people look so amazing after sitting on a 5-hour plane ride of screaming babies and popping ears.

Honestly, I don't care I love it. Everything about being here lights up my entire being. I think this has to be the happiest day of my life. I don't even care if I am stuck in the airport I am so excited to live here.

After what feels like an eternity we finally get our luggage. Now to the hard part how to figure out how to use Uber.

Technology is not really my mom's thing so I decided to take over.

"Okay, Jacob is 1 minute away." I say as I look down at the little black car on the Uber app. My mom is starting to look a little bit anxious at this point. I can't blame her we are about to go to my very new apartment.

Finally, Jacob pulls up and we hop inside. This is so bizarre to me riding with a random person whom we have never met before. There is definitely no uber's in Minnesota. My stomach is starting to buzz with excitement at this point as I fastened my seat belt.

I look out the window and it is absolutely gorgeous. I might be a little bit biased considering I have been dreaming about this moment my entire freaking life!! But everything is falling into place. I look out and see houses and palm trees everywhere. All the buildings and streets look a little out dated and I can even see the famous Jack in the Box fast food sign peaking out in the distance. The sky is completely baby blue and so much more colorful than the midwest.

It's so weird to think about living here for real. I can't seem to wrap my head around this idea. I am literally living among millions of celebrities. I wonder if I will see anyone I know. My mind starts to wander to the last time I saw anyone relatively famous. I think about the time I met Alex Wolff. 

It was a dark summer night in Minnesota when I met him. I had gotten at least a million texts from my best friend Jordan about the Wolff brothers tweeting that they were going to be at a punk rock concert and anyone is free to join them. I remember thinking what the heck are Nat and Alex wolf doing in Minnesota that's so random. But sure enough they were there. And Nat Wolff had been my first real celebrity crush. I remember I used to be so embarrassed to have a crush when I was younger that I would cut out Nat's head out of a magazine and hide it in a wooden box under my bed where nobody would see it. I also begged my mom to get me every naked brothers band movie and CD. Nat and Alex were my youth. So of course when Jordan texted me I was so down to go and find out. 

At the time when this had happened I was only 18 years old. You should've seen my face when we drove in the middle of nowhere to end up at a random bar. So much for a punk rock concert. I was scared to even get inside because we looked so young. I was determined to meet Nat Wolff. To be honest I didn't really care that much about meeting Alex.