One Month in California
It is still so surreal to me that I am actually living in California. I really REALLY do think I will always feel like a Texan- at this point that still does really feel like home-home (and I kinda don’t want that feeling to ever leave), but I’m young and a temporary home is a fun adventure. I keep telling Josh that I have never felt such a true sense of being emotionally split down the middle. I really, terribly miss home and my "norms” (like hugs from my family and grocery stores where you can actually buy everything you need and roads that I know by heart) but then I am so happy to get to hang out with my boyfriend and actually go on weekly dates and explore a city where it feels like I have all of the opportunity in the world. So I haven’t really mentally grasped the fact that I can be so happy in this decision, all while it still being difficult at times because it feels like I left this whole world I grew up in behind.
Living with Josh has been surprisingly/not surprisingly at all quite easy. I mean, I knew before moving in with him that he’s actually the kindest person I’ve ever met so I figured he would make a great roommate, but like he’s a boy and I’ve heard some horror stories, however I lucked out and got none of that here. I seriously found a great one. Getting to rediscover each other has been SO FUN. We actually created a weekly tradition called ‘date of the week’ where every other week we plan a date for the other person. I feel like a lot of what people normally take advantage of with their significant other we really appreciate because we were long distance for so long. Our apartment is small and doesn’t have AC, but it’s also perfect for us. We’re filling it with plants and pillows and food and it feels more and more comfortable every time I walk into the door. (See how I’m managing storage here) Every little thing that we pick out is so exciting and I actually love that we’re taking our time because everything feels so special because it was hand picked by us.
Living in California however is a tiny bit more difficult. The driving here is terrible. Not so much the traffic like EVERYONE complains about, but the roads are seriously wack and dare I say unorganized, and the drivers are brutally mean and full of rage. I seriously had this old man scream at me AND pretend to shoot me with his finger guns for like five minutes because I barely slowed down. So yeah, I know everyone likes to argue about who has the worst drivers (and I really believed it was Houston!!!) but San Diego takes.the.cake. Also, I do not understand how the BBQ and tex-mex can vary so greatly from Texas to here. They are just not good here- my mouth actually waters thinking about all the things that I will eat once I’m back. But, I do love how all the food just feels so much fresher and, aside from the BBQ and tex-mex, I feel like there is a good foodie scene.
I do think the hardest part for me is mentally grasping the fact that I’m in a huge city and know literally one person. I do think I’m an omnivert and search for the perfect balance of alone and social time and I have severely been lacking in the social department. I am ready to meet my own people and start to build a small support system out here. I don’t know exactly how to do that, but I really need to start trying harder. I never have been in a situation where I haven’t had anyone to call for help, this makes me so thankful for Josh. I seriously do not know how people do it completely alone.
So, moving across the country has been a whirlwind and I feel like I’m just now realizing what I big deal it is. There are lots of highs (hello Josh) and plenty of lows. But, anything that makes me dig deeper within myself is so rewarding. It has already been a month of adventure.