Dear Los Angeles,
When I was 17, and my eyes first beheld the LA River, my initial thought was, “that’s a river?!”, and my second thought was, “I’m home”.
I grew up moving from house to house, city to city, and eventually country to country. I naturally have a wanderer’s soul. But LA, in all its dismal magic and mirth, managed to capture it for 18 years.
I moved here for a dream, and found a family I didn’t know I needed, raised children that were not my own, but are every bit my own, went broke, bounced back, went broke again, learned some hard lessons and grew the fxck up; and it was LA that helped raise me.
I am not only an actress, but I discovered I’m an artist, I can be a host, a producer, an entrepreneur, a person who makes-it-happen in every and any possible way; because this city and the varied mix of people in it, push you to be anything and everything in between, in order to survive & thrive in it.
I have stumbled away from my goals, made new ones, stumbled away from the new ones, and clawed my way back to the original ones. I have always had a deep fiery passion burning in me, and I think that is what one needs to wake up each morning in Los Angeles, and choose to do it all again. You are out here with millions of others who are prettier, smarter, more in shape, and willing to work just as hard as you are. This city is not for the faint of heart, it can easily chew you up, roll you around amongst its teeth and spit you out next to all those who have given up.
But, LA can also open its hand and show you the glitter waiting to be discovered in WeHo, or the well-worn and special in Echo Park, or even the art of Downtown LA. I love Los Angeles. Truly. I never knew I could be in love with a city, but LA, you have my heart. I have learned to live on 20 bucks, and the dream that drives me, in order not to be separated from my beloved. I don’t recommend it, but it can be done.
This has been 19 years of exploring the nooks and crevices of not only Los Angeles, but of myself, and I look forward to discovering all that I've missed, in the 19 to come.
Love, Pixie
P.S. Whoever said it was bad luck to get your lover’s initials tattooed on you, clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.