I'm moving to Los Angeles. West LA to be more specific.
That's just an hour from where I live now, but to me it feels big and crazy exciting!
Also, and I'm afraid to even write this because what if something goes wrong but Anthony is also moving from Sacramento to LA. I guess if he changes his mind I can buy ten cats to hang out with me instead.
This will mark the end of 2 years of long distance. Frankly, there was about a .001% chance of me getting a decent job in Sacramento given my field, so it's a pretty big relief that he got a good opportunity down here. I'm also relieved because my travel schedule just got a hell of a lot easier. I love flying, travel, and airport bars are the best but being unable to commit to anything for two consecutive weekends gets old after a while...
And I won't lie, it's also scary. Any big change brings nervous butterflies. WAHHHH!
I'm moving in about a month. Please let me know if you live up there and want to be best friends. Also let me know if you want to do track workouts or go to a public pool for laps.
The Hunt: I've spent the last two weekends apartment / condo hunting which has been painful to say the least. It been about ten degrees hotter than a lava pit and my thirteen year old car's AC is less than stellar. Also, rental agents in LA appear to operate on a time scale that is indecipherable to the rest of the population.
"Hi I'm here for the open house at 1 PM?"
"Oh we're going to lunch, come back at 2PM"
::Rent agent goes back into her Cold War style bunker and locks the door::
Additionally, in a phenomenon that appears to be exclusive to Southern California, most places don't have refrigerators. This blows my mind. Who the hell travels with their own refrigerator? I will happily use an old refrigerator the last tenet used. Just Windex that shit down and I'm good to go.
Between the rental dude that yelled at me "NO PETS! YOU DON'T HAVE PET! NO PET!" and the lady who was showing me the place at the same time as she was trying to manage a cockroach extermination at the same place, I've wanted to smother myself with a pile of rental application several times.
Hoarders: I've moved four times in since 2008 which is a good thing because I am forced to get rid of most of my stuff. And I am too cheap to pay for professional movers. So I own like nothing. I've been living off roommates stuff since college which has worked out pretty well. Usually someone already has a couch they want to use...and I'm happy to sit on it rather than insisting on using my own.
Still, despite the fact that I buy nothing substantial, my place without fail ends up resembling an episode of hoarders.
"Those pipecleaners I bought for a stupid costume five years ago? Don't throw them out, I might need them someday...".
Basically, in order to avoid being a TLC special, I'm going to have to continue moving on a yearly basis.
Who's to say what's next!
LA Fear: I've lived in LA before when I went to UCLA for grad school. I wasn't very happy.
I had no friends, parking sucked, and I had no money. Also, as someone who loves to chat up everyone (like cashiers at the grocery store, etc.), I found LA pretty unfriendly.
But I'm trying to be really excited for LA this time around. I'm moving pretty close to the beach and to an area that's just between urban and suburban. Target accessible and fun bar accessible all at once.
And I'll be damned if I'm going to let the cashiers get away with not talking to me this time around.
"HI RALPHS EMPLOYEE HOW IS YOUR DAY GOING TODAY???"
"TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR LIFE AS YOU CHECK OUT MY GROCERIES!!! OR ELSE I'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE 5K I JUST RAN INCLUDING EACH 400 METER SPLIT!!"
...and so it begins.... =)