So I live in LA now.  Moving day was a horrendous ordeal, mostly because moving “day” looked something like this.

Friday: I come down with the flu, pack as many boxes as I can with a fever of approx 102.

Saturday: Pack more boxes while sick.

Sunday: Dude friends come and fill U-Haul with most of our furniture, and what boxes we have managed to pack.  Keep in mind that this does not include the kitchen at all.

Monday: We fill up a car and drive it to LA at night, after the traffic has died down.

Tuesday: We both have school, so we drive to LA, spend the whole day there, drive back to south OC.

Wednesday: Wake up at 8, spend entire day throwing things away and packing both cars.  I drive my car up, unpack, drive back down.  We pack both cars, drive them both up, unpack them, drive one down.  We realize eventually that there is no way we can fit the remaining stuff in only one car, and decide to make another trip.  We get in the (stuffed to the brim and full of cats/turtles) car to drive to LA, and realize that it’s 1:30 in the morning.  We drive through intermittent rain, arrive in LA, and I promptly fall asleep.  My fantastic BF drives back to south OC, finishes packing, and arrives back in LA around 8 in the morning.


SO.  We live here now.  Private Practice is currently filming a scene outside, and I drove to an interview at an off campus library this morning.  Our house is full of boxes, and something tells me that the water coming from my kitchen sink probably shouldn’t be yellow with sediment floating in it.


But despite all that, this place is pretty amazing.  Official LA living, here I come!

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