Moving from SF to LA.

A lot has happened in 3 1/2 short years. A whole lot.

We got married, bought a house, lost a Boo, gained a Lola, visited 5 1/2 countries (1/2 because Mike took a solo trip to Brazil), started new jobs, changed a job, started an MBA program, and celebrated two anniversaries.

And those are just the “big” things. My mom always says that Mike and I have only one way of doing things and that’s full throttle. Half the time I think she’s crazy but when I read this list I realize…she’s kind of right.

I remember our drive from San Francisco to Orange County like it was yesterday. There was such happiness in my heart the day we left but also an incredible sense of sadness and nostalgia. San Francisco had become “our” city. We fell in-love there. We walked the streets like we were the only two people in the world. Exploring new parts of town, discovering new treats, planning our life together. It was a wonderful time and I trust in my heart that someday we’ll make our way back north.

But I digress – I have a way of doing that.

The day we left was filled with hustle and bustle. The movers had already come and packed the majority of our lives so all we had left was the basics. Basics being everything that we’d need to tide us over for four months at my parents until we decided where we wanted to live and found our own place. Needless to say, the Jeep Cherokee was packed to the gills.

Because I read that cats do horribly on road trips, I requested a “mild” tranquilizer from our vet to help our sweet Boo through the three day trip. “Mild” being the operative word. Clearly the vet didn’t get the message because the poor Boo was so stoned she was walking into walls. By the time we made it to Cambria she was coming out of her drug-induced haze and we decided she’d be better off roughing it without the medication for the next two days.

After a nice long snooze in the hotel, she recovered just fine.

We stopped for some photos and lunch in Big Sur. By this point, I was feeling less sadness and more happiness at the thought of going home again – to my family.


I love this picture because I’m wearing Mike’s “too big” orange fleece. I stole this from him so long ago I bet he forgets it was ever his to begin with. This is one of those things I never thought I’d say when I was single but there are few things that bring me instant comfort like snuggling up in his clothes.

We spent our first night in Cambria at a romantical little B&B – The Fog Catcher Inn. We ate seafood and drank wine at the Sea Chest Restaurant and had the most incredible hot stone massage of my life at the Cambria Pines Lodge.

Before we left, we even took a morning stroll and watched the seals play lay in the sand.

We spent the next night in Santa Barbara and sadly I didn’t document that portion of the trip nearly as well. In short, we drove by Mike’s old fraternity house, ate at one of his favorite restaurants on State St., and stayed at an equally adorable, albeit overly feminine B&B – The Secret Garden.

Dropping the Boo off at her temporary home was the hardest part of the trip. Well, hardest after the moment when I looked in the rearview mirror and saw “our” city getting smaller and smaller in the distance. But, by the time we pulled into my parents’ driveway we were ready to start our new adventure together. In our heart of hearts we knew that LA wouldn’t be our forever home but we were ready to start building memories in the city where we first met, five long years before. And, you’ll be happy to know that we did recover the Boo in short order and she lived out the rest of her days snuggled under the covers with us much like she was in the picture above.

Looking back, I’m glad we made the move. I’m so happy that we could celebrate all of the aforementioned milestones with the people I love the most. Had we stayed in SF we wouldn’t have been able to do that so easily. We made LA our home because “it’s really not about where you are but the company you keep that matters” after all. I have no idea when our next move will come or where it will take us – north, south, east, or west – and right now, I don’t really care. I’m soaking up every minute I get with my family and my best friends because in life, that’s really all you’ve got.

Precious moments.

One thought on “Moving from SF to LA.

  1. Love you B! Selfishly I am SO happy you and Mike camedown South as it means I get more time with the two of you! Xo

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