I´m not even sure what has all happened since I´ve been here. I will try to recount events as well as I can... and I will go by the days.
Day 1 of arrival:
We arrived at about one in the morning...between Tuesday and Wednesday. We were exhausted, but we were glad to be here. Also, we were able to go to our landlord´s house, which is a stone´s throw away, to get our key. She is one of the coolest people I´ve ever met. ...and she´s HOT! hahahaha. But seriously, she´s wonderful. We parked the Penske truck in our driveway, and Joel unloaded his car (meaning that he took it off the hitch so we could drive it a block away, it was still full of stuff, if I remember correctly). We drove over to the Wildflandertin residence, at which point we slept for a few hours.
Day 2:
We woke up in the morning and headed back over to our place, where we started to unload. Thankfully a couple of Joel´s friends were able to help (thank you for all of your help, Julian and Justin!). Since they unpacked like men, I unpacked like a woman, and started putting things away. We got some pizza, and the boys went to go ride their motorcycles. I remained at home and put more stuff away. I was very determined to have everything out of boxes before we went to bed that night. Also, we realized that the couch that we had dragged all the way across the country would not fit into our place...so we now had another mission: couch find.
Day 3: (I think this happened on day three anyway)
Day 4: Friday.
We went out to a bar on Friday night. ...we went to a bar the same night the earthquakes happened anyway. ...and I´m farily certain that the events coincide sequentially with what happens in my brain. Again, I´m not really sure when all of this happened. I feel like I´ve been here for a few months already, and it hasn´t even been an entire week. I´m just thankful that we are done driving. The journey was arduous, but we endured. Also, one of these days we went to get rid of the couch. We forgot that Craigslist existed until we had already brought the thing to the dump and paid PAID twenty-nine dollars (AMERICAN!) to have it disposed of. Fuck. FUCK.
Day 5: Saturday
We went to a party at some dude´s house. It was all fun and lovely and such...until I became ¨that girl¨ and got all drunk and threw up off the balcony. Ah. Life. I wasn´t sure I was going to make it. I also got to meet some really great people that night. ...and I even got a lap dance by the person whose birthday it was. yay! ...and I rode the Bart for the first time...actually, I got a little motion sickness on it (this was before I was schwasted).
Day 6: Sunday
I was hungover. I think we got our couch then. The roads here haven´t been terribly difficult to navigate, so it has all worked itself out pretty well. It´s pretty much like the red couch I used to own (for those of you who remember the red couch) except a little shorter and a little fatter. ...and WAY hunter green. I´m so happy to be settling in.
Day 7: Monday.
WE GOT RID OF THE PENSKE TRUCK!!! NO MORE TRUCK!!! I was happy to see it go. Now we have a driveway to park in...we would have a garage, too, but it´s full of stuff and TWO motorcycles. ...I would like to take this moment to clarify that I, personally, own exactly zero motorcycles. ...but I would love to learn how to ride them.
There are a few more things that have been happening, but I can´t remember when they happened. We´ve gone to Ikea a couple of times...which is about five minutes from here. I thought that we were SOOO close to everything in Cincy, but that´s NOTHING compared to the literally FIVE minutes we are away from literally everything. It´s so convenient. Everything here is so lush. I´ll take more pictures soon and post them. For now, no pictures. I want everything to be in its place first. THEN pictures will be taken.
Mr. Zach Wilder also helped me to experience some of the city. He brought me bicycle shopping. I´m not sure how I feel about owning a bicycle. I´m certain that I haven´t ridden one since I was about ten... except for when he made me ride a couple to test them out. I´m gonna think about that one for a bit. ALSO, he showed me where a great middle eastern place is. It was very yummy (thanks for the experience, Zach!)!
I feel very grateful to have a couple of people here who are willing to show me things and include me. I owe them a lot. They´re definitely making this move here a lot easier. I just need to find a job now. I´ve been looking. If anyone knows anyone in the bay area. ...you know. I knit a mean scarf. ....or whatever. Just, if you know someone, you should put in a good word. It would be appreciated.
I remember joking with Joel before the move out here that I wish I could just pick a couple of songs and have a montage of the trip. Now I feel like my memory of the journey is JUST that...a montage...with a few things that i remember...but I definitely felt like a pioneer...out on the Oregon Trail.
Day 1 of arrival:
We arrived at about one in the morning...between Tuesday and Wednesday. We were exhausted, but we were glad to be here. Also, we were able to go to our landlord´s house, which is a stone´s throw away, to get our key. She is one of the coolest people I´ve ever met. ...and she´s HOT! hahahaha. But seriously, she´s wonderful. We parked the Penske truck in our driveway, and Joel unloaded his car (meaning that he took it off the hitch so we could drive it a block away, it was still full of stuff, if I remember correctly). We drove over to the Wildflandertin residence, at which point we slept for a few hours.
Day 2:
We woke up in the morning and headed back over to our place, where we started to unload. Thankfully a couple of Joel´s friends were able to help (thank you for all of your help, Julian and Justin!). Since they unpacked like men, I unpacked like a woman, and started putting things away. We got some pizza, and the boys went to go ride their motorcycles. I remained at home and put more stuff away. I was very determined to have everything out of boxes before we went to bed that night. Also, we realized that the couch that we had dragged all the way across the country would not fit into our place...so we now had another mission: couch find.
Day 3: (I think this happened on day three anyway)
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| Aligator yum yum! |
We did more housey things...I think??? and we went out to eat at a Louisiana-style restaurant. We had aligator and other various things. It was super delic, and we got to hang out with Julian, Yesenia (our landlord) and Jusin. Julian graciously bought our meal for a ¨welcome to San Francisco¨ type thing. It was very greatly appreciated.
Day 4: Friday.
We went out to a bar on Friday night. ...we went to a bar the same night the earthquakes happened anyway. ...and I´m farily certain that the events coincide sequentially with what happens in my brain. Again, I´m not really sure when all of this happened. I feel like I´ve been here for a few months already, and it hasn´t even been an entire week. I´m just thankful that we are done driving. The journey was arduous, but we endured. Also, one of these days we went to get rid of the couch. We forgot that Craigslist existed until we had already brought the thing to the dump and paid PAID twenty-nine dollars (AMERICAN!) to have it disposed of. Fuck. FUCK.
Day 5: Saturday
Day 6: Sunday
I was hungover. I think we got our couch then. The roads here haven´t been terribly difficult to navigate, so it has all worked itself out pretty well. It´s pretty much like the red couch I used to own (for those of you who remember the red couch) except a little shorter and a little fatter. ...and WAY hunter green. I´m so happy to be settling in.
Day 7: Monday.
WE GOT RID OF THE PENSKE TRUCK!!! NO MORE TRUCK!!! I was happy to see it go. Now we have a driveway to park in...we would have a garage, too, but it´s full of stuff and TWO motorcycles. ...I would like to take this moment to clarify that I, personally, own exactly zero motorcycles. ...but I would love to learn how to ride them.
There are a few more things that have been happening, but I can´t remember when they happened. We´ve gone to Ikea a couple of times...which is about five minutes from here. I thought that we were SOOO close to everything in Cincy, but that´s NOTHING compared to the literally FIVE minutes we are away from literally everything. It´s so convenient. Everything here is so lush. I´ll take more pictures soon and post them. For now, no pictures. I want everything to be in its place first. THEN pictures will be taken.
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| Baba Ganoush. Eaten at the middle eastern place. |
I feel very grateful to have a couple of people here who are willing to show me things and include me. I owe them a lot. They´re definitely making this move here a lot easier. I just need to find a job now. I´ve been looking. If anyone knows anyone in the bay area. ...you know. I knit a mean scarf. ....or whatever. Just, if you know someone, you should put in a good word. It would be appreciated.
I remember joking with Joel before the move out here that I wish I could just pick a couple of songs and have a montage of the trip. Now I feel like my memory of the journey is JUST that...a montage...with a few things that i remember...but I definitely felt like a pioneer...out on the Oregon Trail.
