I guess this is the part where I tell you about myself. There's so much to say, though.
Let me break things down and start with the basics. My name is Nancy Angel.
Yes, Nancy Angel is my real name.
I was born and raised in the small town of Turlock, California. Not everyone knows were Turlock is located on the map, so every time people ask me where I'm from I have to reference Modesto or the 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick because he grew up there.
Since I first peeked into this world, my life has been interesting to say the least. A janitor delivered me in the hallway of the hospital where I was born because all the nurses and doctors decided to go to lunch at the precise moment I was popping out of my mom's womb. I wish I was lying to you but that's how I made my entrance into the world.
Despite living in a cow town my entire life, I've always had the gut feeling that something bigger was in store for me. I dreamed of one day having the courage to step outside of my comfort zone and take a leap of faith into the real world.
My dream wasn't only to step out of Turlock and become an independent adult like most of us strive to do one day. I wanted to see the world and explore every inch of its beauty. Since I never lived outside of my hometown, can you blame a girl for wanting to venture into the real world?
Didn't think so.
I took that leap of faith a couple of months ago and left Turlock for good. Even though it was hard to say goodbye to my mom, my five brothers and sisters and my dog Delilah, I knew that moving near Los Angeles, or as I call, "The City of Angels," was where I belonged. I know Santa Clarita isn't Los Angeles, but heck, it sure is close.
One of the first things I wanted to do the moment I stepped foot inside L.A. soil was visit the Staples Center and watch my very first Lakers game live.
Anyone who knows me can tell you that I'm a HUGE Lakers fan.
So I finally made it to the Staples Center and watched the Lakers take on the Blazers on a Sunday night. Even though I was in the nose-bleed section and the players looked like the size of ants, I didn't care. I didn't even care that the Lakers lost the game that night.
It was one of the greatest moments of my life.
I felt bad for the guy I was on a date with that night, because instead of paying attention to him, my eyes were glued to the players.
It's been a couple of months since my first encounter with the Lakers, and I still can't wrap my mind that I made one of my childhood dreams come true.
The Staples Center is just a little piece of the pie, though. I want to see it all. I want a taste of it all, and I want to explore every inch of what this beautiful new world has to offer.