When I first moved into Cobalt Residences, I was down bad.
I had just come out of a breakup with the girl I thought I was going to marry. I was still figuring out freelance writing, a path my family didn’t understand at all. And after 26 years of undiagnosed depression, I was determining who I actually was for the first time in my life.
Shit was rough.
And it’s so strange to say this about a home I only inhabited for 15 months, but I feel like I grew up here. During this span, I:
Quit drinking
Did my guided mushroom journey
Started writing for one of my favorite brands (STEEZY)
Got on antidepressants
Met my 4th girlfriend
Got dumped by my 4th girlfriend
Reclaimed my identity
Started my damn-near-perfect job at Exos
Created a lifelong triumvirate with Nick (pictured) and Ian
Founded my life coaching practice
And those are just the main highlights.
The Wes that first arrived at his best friend Nick’s door was just a kid. Which begs the question, what makes me so certain I’m an adult now? What does it even mean to be a grownup?
To put it simply: When I look at the world, I just know there’s nothing I can’t handle. I feel a sense of power and ownership I’ve never felt before. I know who I am and what I want, irrespective of what others want for me. And yet, I know my identity will be in flux for as long as I live.
Before, I used to think, “Who the hell am I to think I can just create my dream life?”
Now, I think, “Why the hell wouldn’t I be able to create my dream life? I’m literally doing that shit as we speak.”
Nick and I joke that when I first showed up, I was just a vagabond he graciously welcomed off the streets of LA. And now, I’m in a better position than I ever could have imagined.
In this home, I found safety. I found love. I found heartbreak. I found myself.
If you ever meet a time when you feel as lost as I did, I hope you find a home like this one.
welcome home wes 💓
:'))))) also that pic of Nick is fanttastic hahaah