Fuzzy Bus

I grew up in Long Beach, California and spent a lot of my teenage years, well my free time and weekends really, in Los Angeles. I had a cousin who lived there and I would stay with him as often as I could. I really loved Long Beach, as it was my home town, but thought I would move to Los Angeles as soon as I graduated from high school. Well, after I finished school I didn’t move as quickly as I thought I would. My parents continued to pressure me into going to school, but to be honest I hadn’t even thought about where I would like to apply. I played the guitar since I was nine and all I really wanted to do was spend some time traveling around and play my guitar in different places. It’s not overly ambitious I know, it just felt like the only time in my life I would have this opportunity. So, when I was nineteen, another cousin of mine invited me up to spend a week with him in Santa Barbara. I had never been there and thought I’d give it a try. Plus it sounded fun to spend the time with my cousin.

I couldn’t believe it. Once I arrived in the city I was struck not only by how beautiful and clean everything seemed, but also by how nice it was. It wasn’t that far from where I was from and not to knock my hometown, I’m not, but Santa Barbara seemed like a sort of paradise to me. I fell in love immediately and knew I wanted to live there. My cousin and I spent a lot of time on the beach and I brought my guitar with us on most days. One afternoon I casually mentioned that I really needed to make a change and I thought I might move to Santa Barbara. My cousin suggested I check out the Music Academy of the West , though its in Montecito, which is really close, and thought I might want to study there. He said they put on a music festival every summer and it should begin in just a few weeks. The entire trip felt almost fateful to me. I looked into the academy and decided that is definitely where I want to study. I looked out at the great beach resorts and knew that I would be back to stay.

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