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Moving Across the Country

Posted Jun 30 2014 9:30pm

I don’t know how to start this post, so let’s just jump right in. Grab my hand please because this is scary.

Brendan and I are moving away from New Jersey/New York. (I always have to say both. My life is in both places.)

california here we come


To Los Angeles, California.

Brendan got a can’t-refuse job offer with UCLA Football, so we’re packing up and moving allllll the way across the country. This was probably the hardest decision we’ve ever had to make together and we had to make it quickly. I’m talking within a day. After a lot a lot of pros-and-cons-list-making, I told him it was ultimately his job offer, his decision, and that I would support him no matter what. (#FianceOfTheYear, am I right?!) In the end, we decided to go for it, knowing it would be extremely hard to leave the people we love but that the opportunity was so incredible and a similar one might not be on the table ever again.

I got paint skillz.

I got paint skillz.

I’m lucky my parents are smack dab in the middle of the US of A, so it will generally still be about the same amount of time for me to get home by plane. That’s a bonus. But I also have family and friends and a life here, so I’m extremely sad to leave. It’s been so wonderful having Brendan’s family (well, they are mine now too!) and of course all our amazing friends closeby…and now it’ll pretty much just be the two of us. Just the two of us! Building castles in the sky! Oh Will Smith. You’re so eloquent.

I’m really sad but I think once we finish all the hard stuff (packing, apartment searching, FINDING ME A NEW JOB – SCARY, etc) we’ll both feel much more excited.

Ashley  actually sent me this video which reminded me of how much I wanted to live in California back when I was obsessed with Laguna Beach (even though I think is the theme song for The OC? Yes?) and would listen to this over and over, sooo listening now makes me a little more enthusiastic.

So what’s next?

We’re going on an impromptu cross-country road trip late this week. Right now the plan is to visit friends/family in Ohio, Chicago, Iowa, Denver, Las Vegas and then on to LA. I’ll stay a week to help find an apartment and then leave him (wahh!) to come back to NJ/NY to finish up at work and pack. I’ll officially be a Los Angelen (Los Angelite?) around the middle of August. For now, we have to figure out how to ship everything we own and can’t fit in Brendan’s car across the entire United States (California is farrrrrr) including one car and Penelope the Bike who I’m pretty concerned about surviving a trip in a bouncing moving truck.

Good news is that we’ll get rid of all the random crap we were hanging onto for no reason whatsoever. Half the things we own aren’t even worth carrying up and down stairs and I need to save room for my 3 foam rollers, you know? Also, I already checked, and they have ClassPass and Barry’s Bootcamp and FlyWheel in LA. And Trader Joe’s. My favorite things! Also, no snow. YESSSSS.

With all that being said, I’ve never been to Los Angeles so I have a lot of inital concerns/thoughts. Well, you know, besides my no-friends-and-no-job concerns. Minor details.

  • Do people wear rain boots in California?
  • Will I need a coat, like, ever?
  • There is currently no NFL team in LA. This is sad.
  • I’m going to have to watch NFL games at 10 AM. Monday Night Football will be at 5 PM. I don’t know if this is bad or good.
  • Will I forever be calling my east coast friends at midnight EST on accident? Sorry in advance.
  • Do I have to start walking slowly again?
  • I’m going to miss the straightforwardness of East Coasters.
  • I’m going to have to up my sunscreen budget.
  • Should I buy a surfboard?
  • I hope I get really good at triathlons.
  • I can train for spring marathons and not have to worry about freezing temperatures.
  • Can I hire someone to teach me how to pronounce the names of all these crazy towns and roads?

To follow up on that last one, I learned a lot from Jack Bauer in 24; I would never know how to pronounce Van Nuys and La Cienega without my pal Jack. But most of the others I haven’t the slightest idea. If I didn’t hear it in a song or movie, I probably don’t know. Although I’ve been staring at the map a lot and am recognizing a lot of names from songs and therefore currently have all those songs stuck in my head. Santa Monica Boulevard. Rodeo Drive. Pacific Coast Highway. The 405. Ventura Boulevard. Mulholland. (Look at me, knowing stuff.)

I’ve serenaded Brendan with the Fresh Prince theme song at least 567 times in the past week.

fresh prince of bel air

Californian musicians sure love to sing about local streets. I’m going to be out there all like…have you ever heard of Billy Joel or Bruce Springsteen? Which bridge do I need to take to get outside LA? I know how to drive from New Jersey to Queens to Brooklyn to the Bronx and back over to Long Island without GPS, I bet you don’t. HaHAAAA! I win!

And now every day when I see “Wilshire” I’m going to think “Reg. Bev. Wil.” (Tell me you guys got that reference. If you did, you get 1,000 points. That go toward nothing.)

Anywho, this past week has been really hard emotionally. The Jets had a party for Brendan and not only was it sad for him to leave a great job with great people, but I worked there too (that’s where we met), so I’ve known and loved all those people about as long as Brendan has.


We’re so lucky to have such fantastic friends.



I cried for a solid hour there, as well as an hour before and an hour after. On Saturday, we went to Brendan’s “office” one more time and his poor boss was there and got stuck taking photos of us in the Jets locker room. (Sorry Gus!) I’m getting very sentimental now (CAN YOU TELL?) and it was important to me to have photographic evidence of us in the very spot we met almost 6 years ago. 

Let's just consider this our engagement photo.

Let’s just consider this our engagement photo and be done with it.

We then headed to New York to visit Brendan’s family. His parents had a party at their house and all his friends from home came to hang out until the wee hours of the morning. It was SUCH a fun time, but of course I cried saying bye to everyone. And then I cried even more when we had to say goodbye to his family and more close friends on Sunday. I know we’ll be back often, but still super sad.

In between the crying I ate a lot of cake.

In between the crying I ate a lot of cake.

All week people have hilariously been accidentally talking about us in the past tense and I constantly keep reminding them that we’re not in fact dying (KNOCK ON WOOD x10000). My friend Sam, her sister Jackie and I couldn’t stop laughing when Jackie’s husband Steve told me “you were a real nice girl.” HAHAHA. Don’t worry guys, they have the internet in LA (at least I think. I’ve never been. Oh god. I should check on that.) so I’ll still be around. 

Now it’s Monday and to start off my day, I quit my job. Scary. SO SCARY. And sad because I work for a great place with a great mission  and fabulous, passionate people. I have nothing on the docket sooo…if you know people in LA, hook a sister up. I will thank you by baking you cookies.

To continue on my tangent (I swear, this is the most poorly written blog post ever) it’s funny how much better everything seems when you’re leaving. I used to constantly complain about my commute, how loud New York City seems on a Monday morning, how much I miss fresh air. But now that I know I’m leaving, I’ve felt a major mental shift. “My commute isn’t that bad!” “New York City is the best city in the world!” (Well, I’ve always thought that. But NYC and I do have a love-hate relationship.) A pair of rose-colored glasses always seem to slide over my eyes when I realize I’m about to lose something, and I stop seeing the negatives I used to complain about constantly. Now that we’re leaving, New Jersey feels like my favorite place in the whole world. That stupid saying “You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone” (that song about the parking lot is now stuck in my head, dang it) is so freakin’ true. I mean, I’ve loved it for years, but why didn’t I feel this passionate about NJ in my day-to-day? When the threat of leaving wasn’t at my back?

Hanging out with her doesn't make it any easier.

NJ also has Jennie. +1000 for NJ.

Regardless, off we go on a new adventure. I’m excited to bring you all along!

Have you ever moved across the country? Do you live in LA and want to be my friend? Do you get the Reg. Bev. Wil. movie reference? 

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