I know I always say this, but I have been so incredibly busy that I just haven’t had the time to blog so let me give you a quick Cliffs Notes update on my life.
I moved to New York on March 3. Yep. Packed 2 suitcases and left San Diego that Saturday. Okay, it isn’t as random as I make it seem, in fact it was the complete opposite. It took months of planning, strategizing, saving and summoning up the courage to leave San Diego/California, my home of nearly 20 years.
The night prior to me leaving, I had a dinner in Little Italy with my friends. It was really heartwarming and touching. Dinner was fantastic. We ate at this restaurant called Prep Kitchen and the food was amazing.
The morning of my flight I had the gnarliest hangover and it was miserable to fly with. Flying drunk, sure no problem. Flying with a hangover? Never again. I was nauseous and had no appetite and dehydrated and I couldn’t sleep because the person seated next to me had a fragrance that was beyond unpleasant.
So, so many things happened between now and the time I landed that I really refuse to go into detail about, but to put it mildly, I can now consider myself a pro-couch surfer. Also, my transfer with work wasn’t executed as swiftly or as smoothly as I anticipated and I hit a bit of a road bump, but after much negotiation, I was able to finalize my work situation. In all that time though, I’ve met some seriously fabulous people. My friend Chrissy invited me for drinks in East Village to celebrate her birthday and introduced me to her friend Julia, who I sort of knew already but didn’t (it’s complicated) and is just hilarious!
Finding a room to rent in New York is painstakingly one of the most tiresome and stressful things you could possibly imagine. I’m not going to divulge the full extent of my experience but I can honestly say, it’s probably easier to get a VISA to North Korea than to get your perfect room/apartment with everything on your wish list. It’s damn near impossible and I highly suggest you map out a serious action plan if you plan on doing it or you will encounter many sleepless nights, panic attacks and bouts of depression and nervous breakdowns.
I was on the verge of returning home. Seriously. But I didn’t. I knew I couldn’t and I knew it would be like taking two steps forward and one step back. Instead, I forged ahead, decided to think more positively and let it all play out the way it was intended to.
To cut the story of my hunt for the perfect place short, I finally found a place just today, right in the nick of time (as I have work starting Saturday). It was imperative, given such time restraints that I found a place pronto, so sadly to say, and given my revised budget and after compromising many of the things on my wish list, that this is not my perfect room, but it certainly will do for now. I obviously can’t complain because I am in no position to be picky about anything but I’m just so happy that I was able to breathe such a sigh of relief and had a tremendous weight lifted off my shoulders.
I’m moving in tomorrow and I can’t wait to fix it up a little, though I can’t say I’ll be doing too much with it because I’ll actually just be living there temporarily until I’m able to find the perfect room. So for a few months it will be my “home” and I’ll give it a mini face-lift but when the time comes that I can finally move into my own place I will be grinning from ear to ear. Hopefully that’s not too far away. The sooner, the better.
So with that, I wish you all good night from New York! I am beyond exhausted so I’m going to catch some Z’s in preparation for a lot of heavy lifting and organizing tomorrow.
x + o