Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Technically, that doesn't really make it any different than any other day, but today is the first day of the rest of my new life. Most people who know me, know that LA was always on my brain. Whenever the opportunity would arise for me to visit, I'd be itching to move. But there's nothing like reality than when it's staring you in the face.
Yesterday was my last day at work. The obvious question was, "What are you going to do in California?" As of today, I have no idea. I know that I am getting in my car to camp out on my friend Robert's couch for a week. I don't know where I'm going to live. I don't know where I'm going to work. I don't know what is going to happen.
But I do know a moving truck will be bringing my stuff to California in two weeks. I expect to have a place to live by then. This fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants logic seems to scare the heck out of people who don't know me. Some people feel the need to reiterate the fact that the wife and I will be fine, as if they need to hear it to feel better themselves. The vast majority of my friends and family know this needs to be done, and know that it will turn out great.
Last night, my cousin described our last night in Chicago as reminiscent of the last episode of Gimme A Break. As a TV junkie, I thoroughly appreciated the reference and the honor of my life being described as a popular 80s sitcom. Now we're moving' on up to the west coast. Though today is the first day of the rest of my new life, I don't feel fear, excitement, or nervous. As someone who gets nervous around the idea of leaving for work in the morning (I always forget something important), this calm demeanor is new for me.
Stay tuned for updates...
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