As high school ended and I’ve returned home from the mission (that I never thought I’d go on), there have been reunions and weddings that I have been invited to that I have quite frankly steered away from. When I was still in the closet, I dreaded having that conversation where people would ask who I was dating or what I was doing with my life while I secretly was in a relationship and my job was anywhere but getting me to California. As I mentioned earlier, social media wasn’t a thing when I initially decided to move to California but by the time I got home from the mission it was the sole purpose of the internet (or so it seemed). I avoided reunions simply because everyone seemed to be moving on, getting married and having children. It was hard for me to compare where I was at in life next to the lives everyone appeared to be enjoying on Facebook. I constantly felt like I was failing at life and I was in desperate need of changing my perception. Fortunately, I am now out and the times are different from when I was a kid. Yet, as forward as this world has progressed, I still have felt the need to move to California. This last May, I received a phone call offering me a position with my company that would move me from the safety and security of my life in Utah and would send me to the unknown land of Beverly Hills, California. For someone that has visited Cali as much as I have, I had never been to this part of Los Angeles and it was practically foreign to me. I ended up moving without a place to live and was so unbelievably unprepared for what would lie ahead. Never in my life have I been more grateful for the loved ones in my life who helped me during these early months of my life in California. Without being as prepared as I should have been, I packed up and made the move to California because “Dreams Come True,” right?