From Beverly Hills to the Desert Sun: Our Journey from LA to AZ

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After spending over a year soaking up the energy of California—and two unforgettable months living in Beverly Hills—it was hard to pack up and leave. LA wasn’t just a place we lived… it was a stagewe grew on. A testing ground. A dream incubator. A place that made us sharper.

But all roads lead somewhere—and this one led us east.

We finally stepped outside of California for the first time in over a year. Destination: Arizona.

The trip from Los Angeles to Arizona is supposed to take six hours, but ours? We turned it into a full 10–12 hour journey. Between the infamous LA traffic, photo stops, and spontaneous video shoots, time stretched. But it wasn’t wasted—it was sacred. That kind of stillness in motion… it teaches you something. Teaches you patience, presence, and peace with the unpredictable.

We drove through deserts and memory, past Palm Springs, past Joshua Tree, through long stretches of remote beauty. Some parts of the road felt like they were pulled from a Western—just sand, sky, and shadows. There were no gas stations. No houses. Just long, dark roads where your headlights are your only company—and you’d better pray you got enough gas, because cell service out there is a coin toss. It’s the kind of drive where you really feel how undeveloped the West still is. On the East Coast, there’s always a city nearby. Out here, it’s just you, the occasional trucker, and the unknown.

At one point, we had to swerve to dodge a trucker’s tire. Just a reminder: stay ready. Out there, anything can happen. But that’s what makes it beautiful. You see things with your own eyes that you’ll never find in a Google image search. There’s no filter on raw life.

Eventually, we made it to Arizona. We pulled up to our Airbnb—sweaty, tired, relieved—and then… the code didn’t work. Tried it again. Nothing. Reached out to the host. Silence.

So what did we do? We went to Waffle House.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is fall back and feed your soul. We split a Texas cheese steak melt—no bacon this time, which was a switch-up from how we used to order it. I got cheese grits, my brother got hash browns. We just made it work. Broke bread and breathed.

After that, we came back to the Airbnb, still locked out. So we sat in the car and thugged it. Arizona heat don’t play—even at night it’s 90 degrees easy. We had to keep the engine running just so our dog wouldn’t overheat and start panting nonstop. But we didn’t complain. We adapted. That’s the mission.

When the host finally got back to us and we stepped into that cool Airbnb, it hit different. Gratitude always hits deeper when you’ve been through a little something to get there. We earned that AC. We earned that shower. We earned that bed.

Since getting to Arizona, we’ve noticed something subtle but powerful—we’ve been eating lighter. Not even on purpose. Just fruits, veggies, water. Maybe it’s the sun, maybe it’s the stillness, maybe it’s just what our bodies are asking for. We’ve been bulking for months, but now? The desert’s got us detoxing. Cleansing. Floating a little more. It feels natural.

They say Arizona has 300 sunny days a year. That’s not just weather—it’s a whole vibration. It does something to your spirit to wake up to light every single morning.

We’ll be back in LA. But when we return, it won’t be as the same versions of ourselves. We don’t just want to be in LA—we want LA to want us. To pull us in because we’re undeniable.

Right now, we’re closer to the sun.

And the glow? It’s internal.