I've managed to find Trader Joe's, a Peet's Coffee, Costco, and an awesome hairstylist, so I've got the essentials in life, but ask me how to get to gas station and I'll have to pull out the GPS (which we named "Jeeps" during the drive cross country, which is just GPS pronounced phonetically and subsidized with vowels, but I like it, and it makes me think of Jeeves, which almost makes me think someone else is driving around my base-model, purchased-used hatchback, and that makes me feel good).
The Purge of 2010 left Goodwill with literal carloads of my old crap. The great migration out of Boston left my parents with half the crap that didn't get lost in the purge, leaving only a carload of possessions to haul west. Logic, then, may only deduce that the proper course of action, after unloading what I already had, was to go out and get all new crap. Ten days and miles worth of receipts later, the new digs look almost livable.
"Bloggle" is the coolest craziest place on earth. It's like college only the food is much much better and they pay you to be there. There will be time to elaborate later but I should at least say that I've spent the last two weeks in shock, awe and utter bewilderment that I managed to land such a sweet gig before even reaching California. I'm so grateful to have employment especially with this country's current economic climate. I shudder to think what the last few days would have been like had I been wading in the uncertainty of unemployment.
The never-ending sunshine, marathon shopping and sweet, sweet kick-ass job have mostly kept me preoccupied but in all sincerity I hope all of you back east know I miss you and I can't wait until the next time we're on the same coast, whichever one that may be.