Well, we made it to CA! You can imagine the chaos and madness that has ensued since we first got this moving ball rolling back in June. Whoa. We just got our connection established so I can finally give a proper update.
I don’t even have it in me to get into details on how it all went down cause honestly, it’s a dead horse getting beat. The end in sight arrived and we are in familiar territory, seeing the sun set in the direction that feels normal, in the colors it’s supposed to be and all feels right in many ways.
For the most part the entire process has been going according to plan save for a few snafus like shitty packing by the movers, extended delivery times, punctured air mattresses and having to send Comcast to the hell from whence they came (worst cable provider ever, giving even Cox a run for their money).
Reza, the cats and I arrived first, on a gorgeous San Francisco day. I don’t even know how to explain it cause when something feels like it should be, it doesn’t even feel real. We drove across the Golden Gate bridge that day and it felt like Heaven itself opened up the gates for us. Reza, in her excitement, rolls down the window and exclaimed “I LOVE YOU SAN FRANCISCO!”.
We chose to live in Santa Rosa which is about 60-70 minutes north of the city. It becomes more sparse the more north you go, surrounded by hills, pine trees and rows of vineyards. We’re part of Sonoma county so you can imagine how wine-centric this place is. Shit, we are happy to see booze in liquor stores once more! Double shit? Whole Foods has a TAP ROOM in the store! You dudes can get loaded while your wife wastes time deciding what kind of kale she really needs. True story: We saw Tom Waits shopping there the first night we went… he likes mushrooms and cantaloupe.
Santa Rosa is the home of Charles Schulz so a lot of places are Peanuts themed and every day you find a new statue hidden in the malls, stores, banks, etc. We hope to make it to museum soon.
Because our moving time constraint was so small, we literally had no time to scout for a house or place to live. We knew that moving to the Bay Area would mean downscaling significantly due to the cost of living. We presently find ourselves in a typical CA apartment complex. It’s no NJ house which honestly, I do miss. It felt more us but the location? Meh. So we make due in our little complex for the duration of our 7 month lease while we decided where we really want to live.
We’ve already made a trip to SF, walked around Golden Gate Park, had some ramen, discovered several sushi joints, got our fill of Mexican food – taco shop can be seen from our front door, found an amazing homemade ice cream joint, found multiple Mexi-marts (amen!), hit the Sonoma County Fair and lots of plans in the works with visitors and visiting. Thankfully there is a lot of awesomeness within reasonable proximity and little by little we are finding our groove. Looking forward to getting out on my bike! Nor-Cal is bike crazy and friendly, not as much as places like Portland but it’s very present culture to have along with the love of food and drink.
We also got our licenses STAT and are in process of evicting the Jersey plates off the car. Already I have been asked if I was a “jersey girl” and it felt like a kick in the cack.
When I first arrived to NJ, I kid you not, I cried every day. That hasn’t been the case here in the least. My sense of direction feels natural and already I am whizzing to places without the need of GPS. I won’t lie, I am a little stressed from all the moving clutter and a month and change of eating out has me feeling all out of whack… yes, there is such thing as too much eating out. All due in time, first order of business is make this little place feel ours. Then time to get my *house* in order. It needs to happen.
I apologize for the lack of photos. My camera literally just arrived a week ago and I haven’t got around to taking it out for proper documentation. Also, if I have been absent, flaky or coming off as self absorbed… well, a move will do to that you, especially one like the one we just did. I won’t apologize for that part.
So yes, we are home and alive. Thanks for sticking around!
Oh and one more thing, remind me never to move cross country again.