Just Go With It (Tanner Pearson)

All a Blur

all a blur

        telling my family the news, packing everything as fast as possible, saying goodbye to everything i’ve ever known... way too much to handle in three days. i don’t care how elated and excited i am for los angeles, i am going to miss my hometown more than anything. i have to keep reminding myself why i am doing this and why i am leaving everything behind.

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i grab my stuff out of the taxi and go through security at the airport. time to kill before my flight means thinking about leaving and i really don’t want to do that. i pull out my laptop and put my apartment address in my phone, as well as all the contact information of the people i need to meet with when i get to california.

*******flight 70 to los angeles, california is now boarding*******

i board my plane and sit down in my seat, getting ready for my long flight.

“goodbye, canada. hello, la.” and with that i fall asleep to my chemical romance.

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next thing i know, the pilot says we are beginning our descent. i guess my roller-coaster is about to begin. i look out the window and smile at all the skyscrapers below me. i really think i will like it here.

i pick up my luggage from luggage claim and get the keys to my rental car. if i didn’t have navigation i would end up in nevada. i finally manage to snake my way, successfully, through the crazy los angeles streets. i find myself at the gorgeous hermosa beach. the navigation system leads me to a surprisingly large town home right next to the beach. i get out of the car and just stare out at the ocean before me. i almost started crying then and there, just now realizing how great my life is about to become.

i walk inside the gorgeous house that i now get the privilege to call mine and explore the fully furnished house. everything is black, white and silver with a little purple as an accent... how appropriate. in the master closet were three different (generic) kings jerseys as well as sweatshirts, t-shirts, polos, hats, and beanies. there was also a note sitting on the vanity in the master bedroom:

“kelli -- i hope everything is to your liking at the new house. you might see a lot of the players hanging around outside because a good majority of the guys live at this strip of houses. all the guys are going into practice tomorrow to just set up their stalls and hang out for a bit before training camp next week. i would like you to come in, as well. you can wear normal clothes; don’t treat it like a work day. i will get someone to show you around the toyota center, as well as the staples center, tomorrow. enjoy the beach! -dean lombardi”

i decided to go take in the sights a little outside, so i changed out of my sweats from the flight and got into shorts and one of the kings t-shirts in my closet. i grabbed my house key and went outside to walk around.

dean really wasn’t lying about seeing random hockey players outside of my house. seeing drew doughty and trevor lewis twenty feet away from me is giving me anxiety. i go against what my heart is telling me and just grab my tye-dye nickel board and skate away from them along the path on the strip of houses. i breathe a sigh of relief that i get to meet them tomorrow anyway, so it was not a lost opportunity. i turn my head back in the direction i came from to see them looking at me skating away.

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i eventually make myself turn around and return to my house, praying i don’t see any hockey players on my way home. i didn’t thank goodness. i get home and immediately get in bed knowing i have a long day tomorrow.