I think I’ll start it over
Where no one knows my name
Get outta California
I’m tired of the weather
and then something about flying a lover to Spain? Well…
not so much.
Plenty of people in Boston actually know my name (I’m from there) plus I could never be tired of the SoCal weather (75 and sunny every single day) but I am going to Boston!
Backstory: after I graduated from college (in Connecticut) the plan was to either to move back home to Boston or on to New York City. After weighing my options for each I started to get an itch for an adventure I hadn’t been on yet (I had worked in both Boston and NY) and in September of 2008 Jen, Lauren and I moved westward and the rest is history.
In my mind SD was not really a permanent thing and I ballparked being here for about two years. I got lucky and found a job that excited me, more friends than I thought possible 2,000 miles away from home, and family less than a mile away (Hi Michael!). But as I rounded out that two year mark I started getting antsy to head back East. So after a lot of thinking / contemplating / discussing I bit the bullet am currently in the throes of making the (scary) transition.
I had a lot of talks with my family about how crazy and irresponsible and ridiculous it was for me to leave my job but ultimately I told them I had made up my mind and just wanted their support.
And then I woke up to a text from my mama:
And then I knew it. This is right.
Snow White has already hit the road and I’m leaving San Diego a week from tomorrow. I could not be more excited to catch up with family and friends … plus I have three years worth of home cooking to eat.
Boston sure isn’t the last stop on the tour but here’s to the next leg of this wild journey.
Sidenote: I have immense anxiety about whether or not to keep blogging. Will my life be exciting? Will I still be (kind of) witty? Am I now a loser? I’m hoping to keep this little corner of the internet up and running but the quality of content is very much TBD so please bare with me.