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Life is good with a gated parking garage, OR Taxi Driver Bowling!

There are exactly 14 days until I board a large jet and fly east for the last time. 14 big ones. I really could not be more excited about this, and it’s not because I hate or dislike living in good ol’ dub-C, or because I don’t like San Francisco, or because the nice weather is annoying. I actually love SF and the weather. It’s really just because moving back will mean my job here will be done. And let me tell you I have never been so relieved for an engagement / project / job to be over. Not even in school doing miserable projects or taking miserable classes was I ever this excited to be done. It’s quite extreme. BUT. Instead of complain about my job like 90% of other employed people, I’ve been compiling a list of things that I super love about this place, and want to share some mushy lovies that I will miss once I move back to the right coast. In no particular order, please enjoy the following.

It is really nice to have a gated parking garage in which to park my precious little baby. It doesn’t get nearly as cold here as it does back east (more on this pleasantness is forthcoming) but it is just so nice that my car is dry every morning, not even slightly iced or dewy from the cold night air. And being protected from the rain is an extra perk. When I move back to Raleigh, I’ll be parking little Rose on the street in front of the house like regular suburban-living folks and she’ll be extra cold at night, and I’ll have to allow for extra minutes in my morning to get her started up and warm and do yucky things like scrape ice. Ick.  Plus we all know how good I am at getting up earlier for anything. Fun. I won’t, however, miss my garage door opener which works sporadically at best. I frequently find myself sitting outside (or inside) the garage for minutes at a time trying to hit the button just right so it’ll work. The problems of the privileged I tell you.

There is a Starbuck’s SO conveniently on my way to work. I have the option of hopping on the interstate for a quick two exits and making it inside the building in under 5 minutes, OR I can travel along beside the interstate and make a little pit stop to get myself some morning sustenance. In Raleigh, there is no Starbuck’s or other coffee or breakfast establishment between my residence and the office, due to the fact that I [will] live ridiculously (I mean really) close to the office. Back to me getting up earlier for things in the morning and driving out of the way to get a chocolate-y non-coffee. Again, what problems to have!

The weather. I really don’t think I need to explain this one, but I will since everyone back east thinks that California weather is the same throughout the state. You guys. California is huge and spans a wide range of latitudes. This mean the weather is not like San Diego or LA throughout the entire state. Remember your grade school geography, kids. Anyway. San Francisco and the surrounding bay area are very different when it comes to fog patterns, rain, sun, temperature, etc. And I think living here for 6 months does not qualify me to learn you all about it since I haven’t even seen it go full circle. But I will say, I super love the winter temps. The only winter coat I have out here is a thin pea coat from H&M (read: cheap / not super warm) and I hardly wear it as it is routinely too heavy and makes me hot. I love wearing a cute blazer or lightweight fleece and being plenty comfy all day. Also when it rains here, it doesn’t rain hard. Just a nice drizzle or very light precipitation. No gale force winds and pounding hail which render umbrellas completely useless. Loves.

My apartment is right down the street from the BART station, which means at the end of the street at all hours of the day which are not rush hours, taxis line up by the station exit. I really wish I could explain this more fully, but they parallel park along this road and the drivers mill about all the livelong day. Just waiting for fare I suppose. Anyway. The drivers literally don’t give two hoo-hahs about oncoming traffic in either direction. There is a grassy area with chairs to one side, and to the other a very pleasant sidewalk and more grassy areas for them to frolic whilst waiting for business. But instead they choose to stand in the street, car doors wide open into the lane. My newest game is to go as fast as possible when I approach and see how much they value their lives. It’s quite a fun time. And I really will miss placing bets with myself to see how many have to dive out of the way. I of course wave in a friendly neighborly fashion as I zoom by. Bunch of idiots. The road is for driving, not for standing. So move aside.

There’s this super awesome clothing store that I found in December which I am now obsessed with. It’s called Tart. You may have heard of the brand if you’re a regular shopper at Barney’s, W Hotel boutiques, or other swanky stores in NYC or San Francisco. The brand originated in SF and is made right here in the East Bay. This means that they also have a mini outlet store right here in the East Bay! And guess who lives in the East Bay not 3 miles from this little outlet! That’s right! Ya’ll are so smart. I have gotten some RIDICULOUSLY cute things there at just INSANE low prices. As in this dress for $20. That is not a joke. If you note the original price, that’s like 91% off.  Ninety-One Percent OFF. If that is not the crazy awesomest sale ever then I will eat my shoes. And since it’s the only outlet in the entire nation and world, I will miss it. Also I’m kind of pals with the lady who runs it, so I’ll miss her too.

So there’s more I guess, but it’s nap time. This little baby needs to winky-tinky! [10 points to anyone other than my mother who gets the reference without googling!]

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Holy Liberals, Batman! It’s California!

Ohmahgah! So I know it’s been a gagillion years since there’s been fresh juice from this orange, but a quick glance at my reader odometer tells me readership is not down that much. Thanks ya’ll. So what the heck has been happening? Tons and lots and mucho. Once again my social calendar is jam packed to the brim, men all up on my cell phone, ladies all jealous of my fab new haircut and shoe collection. And again just joking. Quick run-down: I moved out of my fab ex-roommates’ house (miss you girls) in Raleigh and came back to live at Casa di Momma Sassy and Poppa Pants for 4 weeks whilst enduring the torture that is 3 weeks of IT training put upon me by my gainful employer. I saw everyone possible, had a fun girls weekend, planned an awesome reunion trip to DC that I unfortunately had to bail on because hey! I moved to California!

There are so many stories I could tell/will tell eventually I’m sure, but for now I want to reflect on things that I have noticed initially that are SO different here on the left coast. Things that I have tabulated in my head over the last 7 days include but are not limited to the following items. There is no sweet tea here. Just “iced tea.” There are LOTS of Prius’s. Like LOTS. And people who drive them are more annoying than usual, with stickers on the back bragging that they passed some emissions test that every vehicle has to pass anyway in this state. Big freaking deal, you’re compliant with the law. There is no good college football, and no one really cares that there isn’t any good college football except for me apparently. I miss Chick-fil-a and Bojangles breakfast buiscuits and potatoes. Children are just as annoying here as they are anywhere else. Weed is about to be legalized here for realz, despite the fact that everyone knows it would get the hold-up from the Feds. I say it’s a good idea because then maybe California wouldn’t be about to declare bankruptcy every day. No one knows how to merge here, so that is something that reminds me of pretty much any place in the world I’ve been where merging is necessary. They love their organic yogurt here. Like in a weird obsessive way. They love organic anything here. The public transportation rocks. No one says “ya’ll” but me. Shampoo costs $20 instead of $6. Gas costs $90/gallon instead of just $2.50. Apartment hunting is just as difficult here as anywhere, but more expensive. A/C is not standard anywhere. Everyone has those weird looking shoe/sandal hybrids that I think are Fugly. The fog over San Francisco is gorgeous. It is not warm here like I thought it would be. And lastly, anyone who doesn’t have a Prius has a Mini just like me. It’s cool but also makes me feel unoriginal, BUT I bet they’ll all give me the peace sign back when I wave UNLIKE everyone in VA/NC who I waved to in a Mini. Jerks.

So that’s my quickie update! I have dubbed my new roomz Big D for lack of a creative genius moment/I’m tired of using Roomz and it’s confusing for all my previous roommates. He’s a nice guy and apparently likes to cook, which I see benefiting me in the future since we all know I enjoy bowls of cereal in liu of real meals on the reg. He doesn’t want to be talked about on this here jank so I will try to respect his wishes, but he must know (if he is reading) that if he keeps requesting to not be mentioned that the chances of me mentioning him increase. Anywho, we are getting along fine and both getting tired of being confused for a married couple. Buying mattresses together gives people that impression apparently, even when you are buying 2 queens instead of just one.

If anyone is coming to visit please do leave a note and we’ll plan some fun times! Alternatively, if you have any recommendations on places I should visit while I am here let me know! I have about 20 weekends until I move away, and I can’t wait to fill them all.

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