Author's Note: This is a companion piece to "Sweet Home, California." If you haven't read that, this should make sense but I encourage you to read that anyway! :) And yes, I'm starting another story with so many WIPs and upcoming stories but...oh well. I can't help it!

Fresh Start

In lieu of my transition from New York to Los Angeles, I have decided to start a brand new journal! One day, all these journals will come in handy as I sit down to write out my autobiography, which I expect will be a best seller mere days after it's release. Who wouldn't want to read about the life story of Rachel Berry?

Upon making my journey to Los Angeles, I have to admit I was a bit nervous. I have no source of income and, at the time, I had no permanent dwelling to call my own. In a matter of a couple of days, thanks to Artie and Santana, the second part, at least, changed. In only a week and a half, Santana and I will be roommates. Though I am a bit wary about this, as Santana and I never got along all that well in high school, I am determined to make the best of it. And, despite our history, who knows what may become of this? To paraphrase one of my favorite movies, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

After spending a couple of days in the presence of Santana, Quinn, Artie and the other former glee club members who all moved out here, to Los Angeles, together, I found myself growing somewhat jealous. Of all the original members, Noah is the only one I have maintained contact with over the years. In fact, I might even label him as my closest friend period (I must add, parenthetically, that this is why I am overjoyed that he is soon to join me here. Of course, that is in large part due to his feelings for Santana. Their relationship reminds me of something our of a Jane Austen novel. I simply love it!). Besides Noah, I have spoken to none of them, not even on Facebook, which one may find strange considering I attended Julliard with Kurt, Mercedes and Tina. Though they all grouped together, I found myself, like in high school, on the fringes of the University's society.

Perhaps Los Angeles is my chance to start fresh, leaving the friendless Rachel behind. I have already agreed to room with Santana, conspired with Artie and had a wonderful time making pancakes with Matt this very morning.

This is my opportunity to leave New York, Julliard and Jesse St. James behind.

That reminds me. I need to delete the three voice messages he left on my cell phone. I have no desire whatsoever to speak with him.

Ever. Again.

Signed,

Rachel Berry