This weekend was a little bit crazy and a lot exciting.
I pack up my worldly belongings into the smallest trailer U-Haul could offer me and zipped my butt to my new house, a little closer to the coast and a little closer to making a dream come true.
[No, not the dream where a benevolent platonic-sugar-daddy funds my post-grad education, nor the one where I win Olympic gold for the United States in women’s figure skating, either.]
As happy as I am to embark on this adventure, I’ve already been able to get myself in trouble. I got lost within a few hours of arriving, I’m sleeping on the floor until my new mattress arrives, and I’m still flummoxed by the fact that stores in these parts don’t provide shopping bags. #damnhippies
In spite of all that, I’ve managed to locate four of the nearest coffeeshops and the local Costco, try a cool new church, and even wash my hair. Win, win, win. Overall it’s been a great transition and I’m really excited to see what this next chapter in life has in store.
Thanks for hanging in there with me!