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A Long, Rambling Post About Moving
Jan. 6th, 2019 11:05 pmI've moved many times, and every time I do, I tell myself I've done it before and I shouldn't freak out about it. But friends, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING??
A little backstory: I'm from Massachusetts and moved back here a few years ago to spend some time with my family. I ended up staying for six years. Before that, I lived in Los Angeles for almost ten years. That's where I went to college and that's where almost all of my friends are. And I go back to LA every year around this time when my seasonal job gets put on hold for the winter.
Last year, I decided that I would look for a job out in LA the next time I was there for the winter. But then I decided I couldn't just ditch people (including my job, friends, and family) and be like SURPRISE I GOT A JOB OUT HERE I'M NOT COMING BACK. So now I've actually made a commitment to moving. I have to sell my car and give away my houseplants and pack up all my shit and FIND A JOB.
I am dealing with a lot of shit.
And every time I talk to people about it, they say "You must be so excited!!" And I get this little burst of excitement followed by I DON'T KNOW IF I'M DOING THE RIGHT THING HELP MEEEEE.
But I think I am. I'm thirty-six years old. I'm not getting any younger. I still have the flexibility to move and get a new job. Might as well do it now before I get stuck or before I end up being a caretaker for my mom or my brother.
I miss the shit out of LA and I miss the shit out of my friends.
And the winters in Massachusetts, man. Seasonal Affective Disorder can go fuck itself. I'm going where the sun is.
Wish me luck! (HELP)
A little backstory: I'm from Massachusetts and moved back here a few years ago to spend some time with my family. I ended up staying for six years. Before that, I lived in Los Angeles for almost ten years. That's where I went to college and that's where almost all of my friends are. And I go back to LA every year around this time when my seasonal job gets put on hold for the winter.
Last year, I decided that I would look for a job out in LA the next time I was there for the winter. But then I decided I couldn't just ditch people (including my job, friends, and family) and be like SURPRISE I GOT A JOB OUT HERE I'M NOT COMING BACK. So now I've actually made a commitment to moving. I have to sell my car and give away my houseplants and pack up all my shit and FIND A JOB.
I am dealing with a lot of shit.
And every time I talk to people about it, they say "You must be so excited!!" And I get this little burst of excitement followed by I DON'T KNOW IF I'M DOING THE RIGHT THING HELP MEEEEE.
But I think I am. I'm thirty-six years old. I'm not getting any younger. I still have the flexibility to move and get a new job. Might as well do it now before I get stuck or before I end up being a caretaker for my mom or my brother.
I miss the shit out of LA and I miss the shit out of my friends.
And the winters in Massachusetts, man. Seasonal Affective Disorder can go fuck itself. I'm going where the sun is.
Wish me luck! (HELP)
