The past few weeks, suffice it to say, were a whirlwind. I didn't just underestimate the amount of time I needed to purge things since we left almost 2 days later than I thought we would (we could have easily spent a few more days purging and we left at least 8 contractor-size trash bags to be picked up), but also of my need to get out of Philly.
My family had mixed reactions to the move. My siblings told me "to please go, be successful and make money, and not worry about things here." My brother did tell me to "marry for money, please." On the other hand, my parents were very upset initially. My mother gave her entire Italian mother guilt trip and later on Christmas, both of my parents gave me advice about moving. Everyone understood that I needed to leave badly. My mother, "You should have moved from that place a few years ago."
I did not realize how badly my mental health was affected until LO and I spent a few days in NOLA. It was warm and humid. LO dorked about her student apartment while I camped on the very small couch with the cats. LO and I wandered around the city in search of some open restaurants in shirt sleeves and my skin rehydrated. I finally felt normal. We were finally done with Philly as "home."
The old landlord is trying to give me trouble for crashing out of the lease. The state I moved from does not have any provision for moving more than 50 miles away for work relocation, and while I did tell him 30 days out, he also failed to provide me with any move out instructions. My lease has a 90-day crash out clause that allegedly makes me responsible if he's "unable to rent the unit." So now he's texting me and I'm ignoring him. This is also the same guy who had contractors next door to me on weekdays and weekends this past summer who botched the renovations. He can keep the damn security deposit. I will mail the keys on Monday. Fuck that guy.
We had beautiful weather for the 6-day drive (the only rain was in Alabama/Mississippi the night we drove into NOLA) and I can't help but think that was a sign. Or luck. As fate would have it, the driving app routed us past many significant-to-my-life places before we drove south. Also, I had never seen the desert southwest (west of San Antonio/Austin) and wow is it breathtakingly beautiful.
Nothing else to add. The rental truck cab was pretty comfortable for what it was and could fit two cat crates stacked in the middle, so we lucked out. Tomorrow will be more errands at Ikea and the Apple store (we already did a Target/Trader Joe's run last night). I rented a car for a few days, so I will probably show LO the FB and Google campuses tomorrow. (Both the Google and FB buses stop outside of my place.) I did show her downtown Mountain View where she made faces at some of the startup company names, observed startup people in their native habitats, and said "So you're telling me people in Silicon Valley don't work 9-5?" after we watched groups of startup employees leaving late lunches at 2pm on a holiday week Friday.
As for my other planned weekend activities, I'll be picking oranges from the orange tree in front of my door.
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