Down to the Wire

I can't believe it's almost m-day. Wow!! The time, when I started out at 2 months from the moving date, with several push backs of the date due to financial constraints, has still arrived so quickly. Next Saturday--I'm loading up my moving truck and heading out to start my new life 800 miles south of here. I never, in all my thoughts of who I was going to be, what I was going to do with my life--imagined myself as a California girl. "Californian" seems almost anathema to Oregonians and I find myself wondering why. People talk about California drivers and this and that, but other than south Cali (LA, etc) where I wouldn't live if you paid me a million bucks, people in California are very nice and polite, and actually in relation to the drivers bit, are very courteous.

I am very excited. This getting ready to move has done a lot of different things: Sadly, it's demonstrated a lot of people I thought were my closest friends, really aren't. I had no illusions that there would be frequent contact with many people once I moved. However, I had no idea that the vast majority of people I've been friends with for years, couldn't even be bothered picking up the phone to call me, or even return a call, now. It's like I've ceased to exist. Sad, but I guess it's a part of life and we all make our choices. I am very excited about living in a warm, sunny place. Despite the heat, I've discovered I do better in sunny locales. The warmth isn't even bad--I've acclimated very quickly to the heat up here. It's not having a car (hence being stuck) in one place and unable to find any reprieve from the heat that does me in. I also really like the people I've met down there, and hope to make more friends, soon.

Now I need to run and do laundry and keep packing--I'm beginning to panic I'm not going to get done in time.