When I relocated from Boston to San Francisco with my brother in October 2005, I didn’t blog much about the moving preparations. As a matter of fact, I wrote only one blog post about the move before the move actually happened. Somehow it reveals absolutely nothing about the route we were taking, the transportation to get to the new destination, packing up all my belongings, saying bye to friends and family, tying up random loose ends, or what my plan was once I arrived in SF.
This is probably because I was five months removed from college graduation with no possessions, no money and no plan. Back then it was basically one brief conversation between my brother and I where we decided we were moving, followed by putting all of my clothes into a large duffel bag the night before we left. If I had been a committed blogger back then, I would have written about the amazing going away pub crawl my friends in Boston threw for me…a night that must have been good since it ended with me puking in the urinal of the White Horse Tavern and trying to escape the wrath of the bouncers. I would have mentioned how one day before we were set to leave, my brother tried to fix something in the car we were driving out to California only to inadvertently short out the radio. And when we told my Dad we might have to delay the trip by a few days to get the radio fixed, he basically threw his car keys at us and insisted we drive his car out West. In retrospect, what should I make of the fact that my Dad wanted us gone so badly that he literally gave away his car to ensure we wouldn’t linger? I also would have written that my brother’s friends threw him a great going away party in Fitchburg, but the only problem is that it occurred the night before we were leaving…and he got HAMMERED. This led to a great moment where I had to wake him up at 9am the next day to tell him we had to get going, only to have him look at me like he was hearing of this “moving west” plan for the first time. To say he was hungover and unprepared would be insulting to hungover and unprepared people. He woke up, found a duffel bag and started shoveling clothes into it. That’s the full story of him packing to move his entire life 3,000 miles away. I would have finished my blog post back then with a note on how I had to smoke a five-pack of Phillies Blunt cigars to stay awake at times when I was driving (did I mention I had no money? Five cigars for $2.50 was me splurging at the time).
But even if I had been writing all that down while we were moving, I still wouldn’t have had much to say about the preparations. For example, I never thought twice about mail that would keep getting sent to my old addresses in Boston and Fitchburg back then because there wasn’t any. I didn’t really care to have the bank’s letters that said “stop trying to withdraw money, you have none,” forwarded to my new address in San Francisco. Actually, I didn’t even have a new address in SF. I was sleeping on my oldest brother’s couch until further notice. That’s another thing I didn’t have to do in 2005…look for a place to live prior to moving.
So here’s my goal over the next few weeks: to unleash a new series of blog posts that will educate you on the successes and failures of my move to LA. The title of each of these posts will begin with “adventures in relocating” so if you really don’t want to read these, you’ll know which ones to ignore right away. And for those of you saying, “LA? What the fuck is he doing moving to LA?” Well, I’ll have a post coming up soon with answers to all the questions you could ever ask.
For anyone who has relocated as an adult, you probably realize that things were a little more difficult than my experience seven years ago. You deal with tying up loose ends in one place while establishing yourself in another place. And my move to LA is coinciding with me being jobless, which means I’m not going to spend money on having professional movers pack up my shit and deliver it to my new apartment. And I’m not going to pay for the cleaners to come to my current apartment to help me get my security deposit back. There’s a lot more “do it yourselfness” going on here.
But I expected a lot of work, and that’s why my last day at my job was April 27th. I’m moving on June 1st so I wanted the entire month of May to take care of all these things; big things like finding an apartment in LA and renting the right Uhaul truck, and little things like using leftover gift cards to places that only exist in San Francisco before I leave.
But then I went and booked a trip back to Boston from May 21st through May 30th. Why did I plan a trip that takes me away from everything I have to do for the final 10 days leading up to the move? I can justify a piece of the trip because I’m going to a wedding in Boston over Memorial Day weekend, but the extended 10-day trip? That was probably dumb of me. Soon I’ll be panicking because there’s less than three weeks before I have to be 100% ready for this move. There are also a couple days where I know I won’t be productive: May 7th when me & the brothers have a final golf outing together, May 12th when we celebrate the going away of me and Julie in Golden Gate Park, and May 20th when we party one more time in a way that’s only possible in San Francisco….Bay2Breakers.
It’s May 3rd. I have 15 open days to find an apartment, pack up everything and move. Something tells me I can’t get away with shoving all my belongings in a duffel bag and sleeping on someone’s couch this time around.