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Playing Catch Up

22 Oct

This is why I was always hesitant to start a blog, because I knew I would post consistently for a week or two, get bored, forget about it, and then feel stupid about my lack of follow through and come back to posting…Sigh. ADD FTW (FTW = For The Win).

So, there’s a lot to catch up on. Also, this blog has a real reason to exist now since I have actually, finally, moved to San Diego. I have been a San Diego resident for a whole 7 days, or however many days it has been since 10/15/13.

Leaving was hard. My entire family is pretty much an East Coast crew and I have a really great group of friends in the NJ/NY area, as well. Saying goodbye to everyone was hard, but considering I have moved around a bit, I guess one gets used to saying goodbye.

Packing to move was an adventure in and of itself, considering I am a bit of a clothing/shoe/beauty product hoarder. With a little help from Mom, we managed to fit everything that I hadn’t shipped to San Diego into three large (and very heavy) suitcases. As for the cats, I ordered two “airline approved” pet carriers from Petco, and spent a week spraying them with feline pheromone liquid that I got from the vet’s office. When the time came to put them into the carriers, they were actually surprisingly cooperative. It seems that the pheromone stuff worked. If I am spelling pheromone wrong, btw, it is because I am not a scientist AND I am too lazy to get up and read the bottle.

After everything was packed and the kitties were secured, Dad and I got into the car with our cargo and drove off to JFK. The cats were super well behaved in the car – no crying or screaming.

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Then came the whole airport process which GREATLY stresses me out already, but add two kitties to the equation and it becomes infinitely more stressful. First, I did curbside check in and my curbside check in guy was grouchy as f*ck. He was all “oh your bags are overweight and you have to PAY.” And I wanted to be like, no sh*t dumdum, do you not see the debit card in my hand. Instead, I smiled. Sigh.

Then came going through security. One of the TSA officers informed me I would have to take both cats out of their carriers and walk through the crazy metal/bomb/shank/nuclear device detector with them. I asked to speak to his supervisor so I could get a private room where the cats could hang while they ran their bags through security. And it went on like this – back and forth trying to speak to a supervisor for a good 15 minutes and to make a long story short, I got a private room, but also got an invasive pat down and some pissed off looks from TSA officers.

After all this, the cats and I got Jamba Juice, where I proceeded to take some of the anti-anxiety meds prescribed to the cats (they are actually meant for people, but cats can take them, too). Everything else was just fine – getting on the plane, take off, the flight, and landing. The guy met me at the airport with flowers and all was well.

I have been here almost a week and my week has mostly consisted of organizing, unpacking, and buying odds and ends. We don’t have a lot of furniture yet, so things are kind of in a disarray, but I have managed to put SOME things together so far:

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We also had cable and internet put in (FYI: Cox is not an awesome cable company. And as I write this, my internet just dropped. Fail Cox, fail) and purchased a new TV from Walmart – $248 for 42 inches, not terrible. The guy and I got library cards on Saturday because I am a nerd. This week I am focused on getting furniture and going to the DMV to handle all that official business.

San Diego is beautiful – the weather is PERFECT (legit, not an exaggeration). First real complaint though? You can’t order food here like you can in the NJ/NY area. GrubHub informs me that there are exactly ZERO Chinese food places that deliver to my address. Granted, this doesn’t mean that there aren’t any Chinese restaurants but if you use GrubHub or Seamless or Delivery.com back in NJ or NYC, it is Chinese food for DAYSSSSSSS. Yes, I can order Thai food or Sushi here, but F that noise. I don’t want your fancy chicken satay or $15 sushi rolls – I want sesame chicken with greasy fried rice. On top of the fact that it is hard to find Chinese food that delivers around here, the charges for delivery here are RIDICULOUS, as are the minimum dollar amounts required for delivery. I tried to order some chicken teriyaki with sushi last night, and my delivery minimum was $20 AND the fee for delivery ended up being almost $9.00 because the restaurant charged a flat $5.95 delivery fee PLUS 15% of my total order amount. No SAN DIEGO, NO. Go home, you’re drunk.

That is all for complaints. On the positive side, I am going to have some serious Tina Turner legs soon given that we live on top of a series of hills that look like this:

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Dying every time I walk home.

That’s it for now…..

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