It was 4 a.m. and my eyes were wide open. I had spent the week in LA and it was my last morning in the City of Angels. I even celebrated my last night by going to bed extra early so I wouldn’t be too thrown off by the time change and upcoming daylight savings hour loss. (I’m so cool it hurts) I had only slept 5 hours and I was sitting in bed…wide awake. No sign of sleep returning. pfft.

I turned on the television and the stations were flooded with breaking news about the earthquake in Japan. I watched the videos of turmoil that had taken place. A few minutes later the newscasters moved to other stories, covering Hawaii and a Tsunmai warning on the west coast. Moments passed and then an epiphany: I WAS ON THE WEST COAST.

Play.it.cool.Kelly…What can I do? Who can I call? Wait maybe I should find out more first? Tsunami warning? Like the big wave that floods everything? I want to go home! Where is my mom? Oh wait its 7:30 in Atlanta now, I bet I can call her! Mom?! There was an earthquake in Japan…AND I’M IN A TSUNAMI WARNING!!

We watched the news together, saw that evacuations had been issued for Hawaii, and sat patiently as the reports continued. Our fears were soon subsidized and we realized it would most likely equate to nothing more than rising tides on the beach. I went back to sleep and charged her to call me if she heard anything.

Hours later I was at the airport boarding my flight home.

I absolutely fell in love with Los Angeles and am completely convinced I will move here one day. I mean the weather is unbelievably perfect. The shopping is insane and there is so much to do.

Here are a few pictures from my trip.

Santa Monica. The night before the Tsunami hit.

For the Baby in all of us.

The Getty Center. It’s amazing. And free. Would looove to do a photoshoot here. In fact, I’ll add it to my bucket list.

We don’t have plants like this in Georgia.

Sunset at the Getty Center.