It’s made more enjoyable with epic scenery, catch up calls and Spotify. I must admit I got the fair warning, but completely ignored it. When told I would spend most of my day in the car and drive more than I ever have in my entire life I thought - whatever I commuted from the burbs to Atlanta.. Ain’t no thang. Yea no.. it’s a thang. The two hour drive out to Victorville to spend some extra time with the boyfriend with a wretched hangover.. Totes a thang. Now, that being said, I have also spent almost no time in the past 3 years with any sense of personal space. When you move to New York that bubble get’s popped and your threshold is immediately invaded by tourists with gnarly bee-ooh and some girl with 4 oddly shaped totes/purses (two of which have you seriously questioning functionality). I was the two bag girl.. unless there was a sample sale then I was the six bag girl on the ride home. Always conscious of space and aware of others. Now I’m rollin’ around with some serious storage space and I’ve upgraded my bubble significantly. After being stripped of personal space for a prolonged period of time you acquire the unique ability to endure the discomfort of being unnecessarily physically close to strangers. It’s a good and bad quality to have. I don’t miss it terribly, but sometimes I do miss having someone else cart me around all the time. Especially after a night of drinking with wrecking balls in Long Beach.
For those wondering about my job situation, here’s the update - I am currently freelancing and have no fear I will let you all know when someone decides to buy all of my time 5 days a week. I’m trying to stay in touch with everyone via text, but If you miss hearing my voice call me bishhhh!
1. to order in at 11pm and have every option known to man available on your seamless app. It’s a Long Beach thing to have pizza and Chinese as your only option known to man available via google searches.
2. to be early because on time is too late. It’s a California thing to be late because on time is too early.
3. to get wasted and take a 15 minute cab ride home. It’s a California thing to get two drinks then wait two hours to drive home two hours.. two hours.
4. to go shopping on foot and purchase only what you can carry. It’s a California thing to go bananas and throw it in the trunk.
5. to run to the bodega at 3am for something random because the bodega is a magical place that randomly has everything. It’s a Long Beach thing to run to the Walmart at 3am because the Walmart is not a magical place at all, but always has everything except for pepper spray.. Where is the pepper spray for the Walmart run at 3am?
Somehow I managed to get along just fine without shorts in my closet.. Until I moved to California. Just purchased my first pair of shorts in easily over 10 years. Now I need the cool sunnies.