training wheels. // evan 'buck' buckley

vii. curious thoughts

i hadn’t been in LA for long, but hen’s invitation for a girls’ night had come at the perfect time. between the whirlwind of moving, adjusting to a new city, and getting to know the 118 crew, i was ready for an evening of relaxation and genuine connection. hen had been a constant source of warmth and support, making the idea of a low-key night at her place with karen feel more comforting than nerve-wracking.

when i pulled up to hen and karen’s bungalow, the soft glow from the windows and the scent of something delicious cooking made me feel instantly at ease. hen greeted me at the door with a big smile and an embrace that felt like it was from an old friend.

“hey, charlie! i’m so glad you could make it,” hen said, stepping back to let me in.

the house was warm and welcoming, filled with the personal touches of a family that loved and lived well. photos of hen, karen, and their son, denny, decorated the walls, and the cozy furniture invited you to settle in and stay a while. the smell of roasted vegetables and something rich and savory wafted from the kitchen, making my stomach rumble in anticipation.

“this place is beautiful,” i said, admiring the homey atmosphere.

“thanks,” hen said with a grin. “we love it here. karen’s just finishing up dinner, but we’ve got some wine and snacks to hold us over until then.”

karen appeared from the kitchen, her warm smile matching hen’s. “charlie, it’s so good to finally have you here! i’ve heard so much about you from hen.”

“all good things, i hope,” i replied with a laugh.

“of course,” karen said, leading us into the living room where a bottle of red wine sat on the coffee table alongside an array of cheeses, crackers, and fruit. “we were just saying how it’s nice to have a night like this. life gets busy, and sometimes you just need to slow down and enjoy the little things.”

we settled into the comfortable couch, and hen poured us each a glass of wine. as we sipped, the conversation naturally flowed into my experience in LA so far.

“how are you really doing?” hen asked, her tone gentle but genuinely curious. “i know moving to a new city can be a lot, especially one as big as LA.”

i appreciated the question. it felt good to talk about how i was really feeling, especially with someone who understood the challenges of balancing life in a bustling city. “it’s been a whirlwind,” i admitted. “i’m starting to get used to it, but there are moments where it all feels a bit overwhelming. the firehouse has been amazing, though. everyone’s been so welcoming, and it’s starting to feel like I’m finding my place.”

karen nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. “that’s great to hear. and it makes such a difference to have a supportive group around you. the 118 is like family.”

“definitely,” i agreed. “but there are times when i wonder if i’m really cut out for this - if i made the right decision moving here.”

hen gave me a reassuring smile. “i think everyone feels that way at some point. when i first moved to LA, i felt completely out of place. it’s a huge city, and it can be intimidating, but you’ll find your rhythm. and remember, you’ve got people here who care about you.”

karen added, “it’s all about finding balance. life in LA can be fast-paced, but it’s important to take time for yourself, too. and don’t be afraid to lean on the people around you. that’s what we’re here for.”

the conversation continued to flow effortlessly as we moved into the kitchen to help karen with the final touches on dinner. the meal was simple but delicious - grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and a fresh quinoa salad that was both hearty and healthy. we brought their plates back to the living room, deciding that the cozy atmosphere there was perfect for the rest of the evening.