Okay. I am moving to California. This is awesome. Well, kinda. I mean, I’m excited because all of our family is out there. Plus the ocean, the mountains…anything but seeing the back of my own head when I stare at the horizon. I really am truly excited. Yet….I am terrified!
Don’t get me wrong, we have done this before, the whole moving while completely unprepared thing, except last time we moved somewhere that there was a stable economy. Lord knows Cali is the last place on the list if you want to look for a job right now. And I’ve gotta admit, I’m gonna miss Texas. The smoky bars that will ultimately give me the black lung, the underlying racism, the Curs Lights, the weather that tells me to wear long underwear and a parka in the morning and go swimming in the afternoon. All kidding aside though, I truly will miss Texas. I do like the social freedoms that are still intact over here. And I have made some phenomenal friends. But fuck that…y’all can come visit me and we’ll go to the beach. K?
This is what us moving looks like right now. No, you are not watching Hoarders.
You can’t really tell, but that is a small bookshelf in my dining area. And back behind the table are two boxes full of kids books and assorted crappy toys that we pried out of our kids’ hands to sell/give away.
This is the other side of my dining room. Yup. We have a closet, a water cooler, a medicine cabinet, an oscillating fan, a child bed side rail and an ironing board all lined up against the same wall. Don’t forget the flip flops!! (See, we are Californians!)
And this, dear readers…this is where I am working from right now. Oh yeah…I’ve got an old school TV, a sewing machine and table, another box of toys, my desk, and a variety of shit stacked on top of it.
I hate moving. But, let’s look at the bright side. I’m gonna get new stuff!!!