There's always a first of everything.

As the saying goes, there's always a first time for every situation.
Since I've arrived in LA, I've become a first-time car buyer ( a dark green '98 Honda Accord), a first-time roommate living with strangers (2 bedrooms, 2 baths and a loft), a first-time shopper for home furnishings. I have now acquired reward cards from various grocery and book stores, a bank account and a debit card (which makes it so easy to go on shopping spree without realizing how much i have spent)

I'm amazed that little things I do in different countries give me so much joy and sense of accomplishment. When I was in Paris, I felt so superior to other tourists when i swipe my monthly Metro card, instead of putting a paper ticket in a slot. Here in the US, I felt so happy washing my own car at the washing lot. Also, tonight when I handed a reward card to the cashier and told her that I wouldn't need the plastic bag because i had brought my own shopping bag, I felt like a decent local person who knows the rope and care about the environment :)

Yesterday was my first day in class. I was a little nervous. Turns out it was not bad at all. I've learn that this class will provide all I need to know about the process of film making, especially the responsibility of a producer. I made a mental note when I first entered the lecture hall and was uncertain where I was supposed to sit. I went with what I thought to be a good location (middle section, four or five rows from the front : interested, but not a total geek)

However, later on, I realized that location played its part, what was more important was chemistry, vibes we get from other people sharing the space. I felt comfortable sitting where I did, and even responding to the girl's mumbling. Of course, I got her as a friend by the end of the class. What did I tell you? Chemistry!

Yesterday was also a bed shopping day for me. Gift, my best friend and I went to IKEA to get a sofabed I spotted a few weeks ago. To make a long story short, with my sudden symptom of stinginess, I decided the sofabed would need to go home with me in my own car. It took us about fifteen to twenty minutes to fit the damn thing into my sweet Accord (i still need a name for it) After much fear that I would get a ticket for driving with vision-obscuring object in my car, I arrived at my apartment. Lucky enough, one of my roommates was home and able to help my put the whole thing together. IKEA lady said "you should be able to do it by yourself. it's not complicated at all" Not complicated, yes. I should be able to do it by myself, NO!

All in all, my firsts have gone well. And I'm sure there are many more to come. Do not be afraid of the firsts. If it turns out to be a mistake, there's always a sweet second chance. For everything.