I love the window seat on an airplane. Having ability to look out at the country as you fly by, watching the mountains look so small... it's incredible. The pilow just announced that we're flying over Las Vegas currently, and I'm curious as to whether or not I'll be able to see "The Strip" from my seat. Everything is so big from the ground, but so small from the sky. What I do know for certain, is that we're no longer in California.

Departure: Los Angeles, CA
Destination: Salt Lake City, UT

Trust me, there's not many reasons why I would willing go to Utah. Warped Tour, club tours, and that's about it. But here I am. I applied for a job working at a celebrity ski event in Park City, UT, and they called Monday asking if I was still interested... Yes!! The television world is slow right now due to the holidays, so it's not like I had any pressing committments. Plus, the company was willing to fly me out, put me up in a lodge, and hook us up with a ski day! Let's ignore the fact that I'll probably spend the day on my behind sliding down the mountain, for the record.

I returned to San Diego for Thanksgiving to visit my Dad. I absolutely love him. He drove me back to Los Angeles and saw our house... says it's just like he figured. He also told me if I'm still doing this in two years, that I've fucked up. That I need my own apartment, a steady job.

He's right, in a way. But I love our house, I love working freelance, and I love working in the music and television world. I love having ridiculously amazing jobs... like this one, flying out to Utah for a week and a half for a celebrity skifest.

I'm 23 years old, I'm still figuring things out. And that's okay, I'm alright with that.