At the Crossroads

Dear Reader, the last month has been, as my mom would say, somethin'else. Not really knowing anything about real estate, I figured I'd put the condo on the market in mid-July and move sometime in October. So, I was unprepared when my real estate agent demanded gently but firmly suggested that I list the condo no later than June 1st. 

In just one week, we ordered new carpet, a new oven, and a new overhead microwave. We rented a pod and packed up extra furniture, the china and crystal, family photos, most of our clothes - in short, anything that made it look like this was a real home with real live people in it. But it was worth the effort. We listed it for just five days before we accepted an offer. Want to see how it turned out?

I will miss living at the Windemere. I can't believe the Merry Husband would rather shovel snow than enjoy the beautiful weather here. Crazy, right?

I've turned in my resignation at work, and have just two more weeks before my last day. Escrow closes on July 3rd, and then we go on the road trip to end road trips! We'll drive up the California coast and on to Seattle to visit friends and family. Then we'll take the Northern Route through places like Missoula, Montana and Keystone, South Dakota. We'll drive through Chicago and through Pennsylvania Dutch Country before getting to Brooklyn, where we'll hang out and visit with the Merry Husband's family for two weeks. There's a chance, although slim, that we might get up to Maine for a weekend. If not, there will most likely be some side trips to Connecticut and Rhode Island. If all goes according to plan, we'll be in Boston for good on August 1st.

Of course, I have no idea what I'll do in Boston once I get there, but that Dear Reader, is another blog post for another day. 

Boston Bound

Massachusetts State House

We're moving to Boston!!!

I'm excited, I really am. Over the summer, I'll be getting my condo on the market, packing everything up, and planning cross-country driving routes. I'm looking forward to real seasons and cheap lobster. Heck, I may even trade in my Acura for a Subaru.

But...

I'm an L.A. girl, born and raised. I have lived here my entire life, except those three years of law school in exotic, far-away San Diego. I love this city, warts and all. And let me tell you, there have been some big, hairy warts. I've seen National Guard tanks roll through my hometown during the race riots. I've been stranded at flooded intersections during El Niño. I don't bother to get out of bed for any earthquake less than 6.0. We've been through a lot, L.A. and me. It will always be home.

So, I have some mixed feelings. I know, without a doubt, that this is a good decision for us, and I want to approach this move with a sense of adventure, not dread. But I will miss the sunshine, the Pacific Ocean, the laid-back attitude, and (yes) even the 405. Sigh.

Onward.