Introduction
Taking a step into the cold winter air felt like there were a thousands pins poking me all over my body. I ran down my driveway to where my car was parked getting in as fast as could and putting my keys into the ignition to get the heat on, I rubbed my hands together trying to get warm while the heat started going.
I hated this. I hated living in fricken Chicago for this year. Hated it. It was miserably cold, don't get me wrong, it's a great city, but living in the suburbs of Chicago, in Barrington, IL was not my favorite. Not only was it a good hour commute to get into Chicago, even with taking the metra train downtown, it was cold in winter, bitter, cold weather, and I'm a girl from the south/LA, this was definitely an adjustment. A bad one.
I had to do this though, I wanted a break from the fame and success, I wanted a break from Hollywood, and I wanted a break from being under a stupid microscope. Every move that I did was under the watchful eye of society/paparazzi/media. Every single break up I had, everyone knew about…from Nick to Justin to Liam, they knew about it, they knew about my "reconnections" with these people and they knew when I was pulled over, they knew when I was sad, they knew it all. I. Needed. A. Break. Why Chicago you ask? Well, it's rather silly actually, I wanted to work, I wanted to do something, so I started working as an intern for a fashion designer here. New York would have been a great city for that opportunity, but something about Chicago sold me. I think it would be that this city is way nicer, more sanitary, and it has way more space and historical buildings, I love it here, but the winter weather has GOT to go.
Of course I'm not completely away from the media, but it's not nearly as bad as LA. I was in the news and tabloids for awhile when they found out that I wanted to branch away from music and acting to actually work in an office and actually have to be in a place at a certain time every day, 5 days a week.
It was a shock to everyone, even to my parents. I had just got off my Gypsy Heart Tour when I told my mom that I wanted to go do something with my life, well other than this career. They supported me 100%. They let me venture out and do something with my life. I wanted to do it, it was after my official break up with Liam, I needed to get out. I needed it. It was my second heartbreak, ever. I loved him so much, almost as much as I love Nick.
Okay, I'll admit that I still love him with everything in me, actually, I have admitted that before and it still has not changed, and it won't. Nick has clearly moved on though, to a 26 year old Australian beauty. I can't sit here and judge him for dating someone who is 26 when he is only 18, because I said it before, and I will say it again, love doesn't need an age to restrict it, love is love, no matter what age, we are all humans. I mean look at Bella in Twilight, she's dating/marrying a 100 something year old. Okay, totally different I know, but I guess I have to say I'm happy for him, he seems happy and blessed and that's all I could ask for. I mean after all, we are best friends.
It was so hard to get where I am today. I didn't go to college, so that for one was extremely hard to do to get in this industry, I went to over 20 places trying to get an intern ship, but as soon as they found out that I was not attending or had attended college they turned me down, and it sucked, they didn't just hire me because I was Miley Cyrus, they wanted more, so I gave them more and here I am, driving one hour downtown to Chicago to Michigan Ave. at 7 am. Man, this was going to be a long day.
