If I was to move to LA today, for the first time, I’d start in a tiny koreatown studio. And spend my days getting really acquainted with fabric stores & santee alley. I’d ride through the hills for fun & take pictures of every sunset I saw. I’d make all my friends through girls that were interested in modeling for my new brand. I’d smoke weed everyday & enjoy the scenic route to el matador. I’d go to my first a list parties & watch my style grow from American Apparel to Acne. I’d make so many friends and so many memories & learn not to get jaded because Abra warned about it in a song. I’d finesse my way backstage at every music festival that plays black music. I’d get a passport and go to Milan. I’d read so many books about getting everything I want from life. I’d move into my first high rise apartment, break up with my boyfriend, roll my white board into the living room and fill it with dreams. I’d take piano lessons and be the only adult at the recital. My brand would be successful. I’d buy a Honda, then a jeep, then a Range Rover. I’d try shrooms with a rapper I should’ve never dated. I’d create a family out of my friends from different sides of the world. I’d never learn how to cook, but always host the party. I’d just enjoy it.