It Is Done

So as of midnight tonight, my lease is up on my Hollywood apartment. I no longer rent two homes, and I am no longer tied to anything in Los Angeles.
In the short 3 weeks that I have been in San Diego, I have come to see that this was, indeed, a very good thing.
Sure, I said the same thing about coming back from Boracay to Hollywood, but that was akin to Romeo's mad love upon seeing Juliet, a girl he knew nothing of. I knew nothing of what life would be like in Hollywood. And it wasn't me. Read More...

Moved In

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Well, February 3 began with me living in Hollywood, and ended with me living in San Diego.
I am not a Sandy Eggan. In training.
I'm really pleased with Day One: the movers were great, they did everything and sipped coffee and watched as the two Russian men loaded all my belongings into the giant truck that I didn't have to drive; the freeway was bare so that I got down to SD in just a bit over two hours, and had time for lunch and a little nap before the movers arrived to unload all my belongings into the new apartment; the apartment is huge, not just because it has two bedrooms, but the rooms are each huge; the water is clean and pure, no more yellowy tapwater from the apartment pipes; the water pressure is amazing, and hot!
So much good about the move.


just got email confirmation of the lease on my new San Diego apartment.
So between January 18 and January 30, I've gone from not having any solid plans to quit my job and move out of LA to having a secured job and a new apartment in San Diego.
I'm fucking powerful.

My Goldilocks Adventure

Do you ever feel like you know exactly what you're doing and at the same time you have no fucking clue what you're doing? That's me. Now. Right now.
I got back a bit ago from a very quick San Diego road trip. I left this morning with a plan. Sort of.
I had scoped out 20 apartments using CraigsList, and something called HotPad, which is not as sexy as it sounds.
I mapped them all so I could make a circle round the park and see each and every one of them.
Except… what was I thinking?

Quittin' Time

Today at 4:15 was the most nervous I've been in ages. I'd been leading up to it all day, but 4:15 was the moment when I was ready - I went downstairs to the administration office and asked to speak to the principal. She was busy rehearsing the opening number of the spring musical.
I went into the rehearsal room and asked if she would have any time available between now and 4:30.
She said she did not; she would be choreographing this number until after 5:30. She asked if it was urgent. Read More...

Everything Changes

I've just come back from two days in San Diego chasing what I hope will be a good dream.
I have always loved San Diego - all those night trips to the Loading Zone leather bar in the borrowed white VW Cabriolet, blue and white striped luggage in the trunk for a quick change of clothes after all-night drinking binges. I have enjoyed sleeping on the beach in front of the Hotel Del Coronado when we were too drunk to drive home after said nights. I have so many memories of SD in my 20's… and then it just stopped being a real place.
All of that is to say that I am now moving to San Diego. Read More...