The Move

Okay, so I realize it’s been a little while since my first post. We’ve been living in California now for a little over two weeks – surprise! But, seriously… moving over here was one heck of a journey. We decided it would be a good idea to make our move across country as exhilarating and stressful as it could possibly be, so we did exactly that. We planned a vacation in the middle of our move.

The lease on our apartment in Florida ended a little over two weeks before we were moving to California, so we were going to be homeless for a while. We started planning everything well in advance, but finding a mover that seemed trustworthy, reliable and didn’t break the bank was more difficult than we had originally imagined. The first moving company that came by to do a quote sent a young woman and her four year old son. The woman did not speak and her child was literally attached to her leg the entire time I was showing her around the house. It was so weird. We eventually met a lovely man by the name of Larry who spent over two hours chatting with us about all of our options and making us feel comfortable – he also spent the last hour talking about his trip to London and showing us pictures of his favorite views of France, but that’s besides the point. Larry was the man. We hired the company to move all of our boxes out of our apartment and deliver them at the other end. We would do the packing. View Post

Apartment Hunting

Last week, Fiancé & I took a quick trip to Los Angeles to check out a house. We had our eyes on a furnished rental for a while now, so we decided to test it out and stay in it for two nights. The pictures showed a beautiful backyard for the dogs, a garden with fresh avocados, oranges, lemons, asparagus, figs (what are those??), a stylish living room, a large dining table for hosting friends and a guest bedroom. All things pointed to this place being our dream home for our first few months of living in Los Angeles. After the first day though, we quickly discovered that we were very wrong. The place was built in the 1920s & it smelled of the 1920s. I’m pretty sure there is still dust and dog hair stuck to my leggings from that couch. We were tossing and turning all night while trying to sleep in what felt like a haunted bedroom. I had to turn the mirror to face the wall, for fear of spotting a small child. And of course right before bedtime, Fiancé’s biggest fear came alive when he spotted his arch-enemy, a spider, on the wall. Needless to say, we spent the next couple of days in the city searching for alternative places to live. View Post