Cross-Country Tour Day 6: Dallas to Memphis

Cumulative Mileage: 2675mi ~~ Total Travel Time: ~7 hours.

Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling tonight. I’m a block away from Beale Street, the nightlife center of Memphis and I’m back in my hotel. Texas is draining. The drive today was very difficult and tiring. I think I went through 2 cups of coffee, a five hour energy, and two redbulls all before noon.

Before I left Dallas, I wanted to find a good place to get a real “Texan Breakfast.” After asking three different people, all of them recommended IHOP. Really? IHOP? Texas. So, I go to IHOP and the waitress asks me “Smoking or Non?” Really? That’s gross. Texas. I order some ridiculous meat-laden omelette and have to specify that I want my omelete made with real eggs rather than buttermilk pancake batter. Really? IHOP. Texas. I don’t even know.

As soon as I get back to my car, it starts pouring. Thunder. Lightning. Hail. You name it.. I got my storm. As I was leaving Dallas, I kept looking along side the highway for signs of Tornados, but fortunately I saw none. I made it just about to the Arkansas border when it cleared up. Texas.

My original plan was to stop in Little Rock for lunch, but it was too far and I was too tired and hungry to make it there. I ended up stopping at the birthplace of William Jefferson Clinton, Hope Arkansas. It was very unexciting and I ended up having lunch at Wendy’s. I broke my streak of non-chain restaurants. Sigh.

I make it through Little Rock and get back onto Highway I-40. I was very relieved to make it back onto 40. I had been on 40 from Bakersfield to Amarillo and will be on it pretty much all the way to Virginia. I feel as though the driving got very challenging when I was off of highway 40, so it was comforting to be back on my main route. That was until I hit the Wattansaw State Game Area. There was a sign that said “Construction ahead, expect delays.” I had seen this multiple times in the past and didn’t expect any issue. I was wrong.

I was at a dead stop for over 30 minutes and didn’t get out of traffic for over an hour. It was unbearable. This was really the first traffic I had hit since my first day on the road, so I’m considering myself lucky. I’m also very fortunate that I wasn’t going westbound, because as I was stopped I had noticed that there was NO traffic going west. Not a single car the entire time I was stopped. Strange. I realized that both East and Westbound of 40 had construction down to one lane, but still, why wasn’t there cars?

After a while, when we started moving I noticed there was a Red PT Cruiser on the other side of the highway parked with all four doors open. The family that owned the car was sitting outside of it, eating and talking to some policemen. Behind them sat 20 miles of traffic at a dead stop. Everyone was out of their cars hanging out. Nobody had a clue as to what was going on — not even me. I felt bad for all these people. 40 West was a parking lot. It still is, according to Google Maps. I wonder if those people are all still there.

I was expecting to get to Memphis by 5:30. I ended up getting to my hotel just before 8pm. I blame Texas.

If you’ve never been to Memphis, I highly recommend it. Beale Street is a very happenin’ place. I wish I had more energy to go and enjoy it. I’ve never seen so many tricked-out motorcycles. I guess it’s what you’re supposed to do if you live here — get on your hog and drive it down to Beale Street.

The street smells like Barbecue and has music coming out of every store/bar/restaurant/club. It reminds me a lot of New Orleans, actually.

Of course, I had to have some Memphis BBQ while I was here and I ended up going to an amazing place called Charles Vergos’ Rendezvous. Unbelieveable. Some of the best ribs and brisket I’ve ever eaten.

After dinner, I walk down the street and notice some sort of stadium-type place. At first, I thought it was a horse track because there were no turnstiles to get in and there were people cheering. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was a baseball stadium for the Memphis Redbirds. Apparently, they take down the turnstiles after the 7th inning and let anyone into the park. Lucky for me!

I walk in and it’s 2-2 in the top of the 8th, the Redbirds (AAA St. Louis) are playing the Round Rock Express (AAA Texas!).  Ryan Spilboughs was the only player I recognized. He played in Colorado for 7 seasons including the 2007 World Series against the Red Sox (0-10, 2BB, 2 SO). The Express went up 3-2 in the top of the 8th and the Redbirds answered right back in the bottom. Bottom of the 9th, two on, two out, a ground ball single to the right fielder scores the run from second. It was almost a close play at the plate, but the Redbirds rallied to win the game. All things considered it was a pretty exciting two innings. I even got to see some guy by the name of Hamburger pitch.

After the game I walked around Beale street for a little bit to see if there was something that caught my ear. Unfortunately, I was just too tired to deal with it. So, here I am. I hadn’t planned to write much this evening — I thought it was a pretty uneventful day. But, turns out I had plenty to say.

Tomorrow, I am planning on checking out Graceland while I’m here.  I’m not an Elvis fan, but why not, right? After that, I head to Nashville to see my sister, her husband,  and my nephew Henry. It’s only a 3.5 hour drive it’s going to be a much-needed day of rest. Good night, Etherwebs.

Cross-Country Tour Day 5: Amarillo to Dallas

Cumulative Distance: 2132mi. ~~ Total Travel Time: ~8 hours.

Whew. That was a long day. Driving through Texas has been the least exciting day thus far — I had to stop for coffee several times and even busted out two five-hour energies along the way because Texas is just so damn boring.

My first stop of the morning, though, was at a “Texas Landmark” known as Cadillac Ranch. There are essentially ten cadillacs that are buried, nose first, into the ground in the middle of a field. Visitors are encouraged to spray paint and decorate them. You can imagine how much paint there are on these vehicles at this point. On one spot, the paint was starting to chip and it was about 1/4″ thick — and there was still spray paint showing. So, who knows how thick the stuff is.

There are no signs or explanations of the exhibit. It’s just there in the middle of a field with a sign that says “It’s against Texas law to spray paint anything on this side of the barbed wire fence.” Other than that, you just need to park on the side of the highway and walk up to it.

I met a woman with two kids that was driving from Georgia to Utah and she had stopped at Walmart that morning to pick up some spray paint for her and her kids to use on the cars. She was kind enough to lend me some and I put my own little mark on one of the cars:

After a while here, I hit the road towards Dallas — and it was rough. Nothing but very boring farm land, much worse than Eastern New Mexico. If this is any hint of what’s in store for me tomorrow, I’m very worried.

One thing I noticed about Texas, though, is that there is an insane number of white trucks. Everyone has a white pickup or white SUV. Everyone. I couldn’t believe it, so for a ten mile stretch I started to count all of the ones I could find excluding Semis, Vans, and Car Dealerships (I saw two truck dealerships and they had a lot full of hundreds of them! I SWEAR!) After ten miles, on the highway I counted 128. That’s 12.8 white trucks per linear mile.. How is that even possible?  If you own a white truck and go to a baseball or football game, how do you find your car?!?

There’s also a ton of churches and Jesus signs across the entire state. I think my favorite that I saw was “Jesus Doesn’t Tapout” with the MMA Tapout Logo on it. Classy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stopped for some Texas Barbeque somewhere in Wichita Falls. It was the highest rated BBQ place in the city and it was pretty damn good. One thing I found very peculiar, however, was some “memorabilia” they had hanging on the wall. It was a piece of wood with almost 100 different types of barbed wire attached to it, each with a name and the date on which it was created (?). Who knew there were so many different kinds?! Only in Texas.

I got into Dallas/Arlington/Fort Worth around 5pm and planned on going to a Ranger’s game. Turns out my hotel shares the parking lot with the Rangers Stadium at Arlington, so it was a quick walk over to the ballpark. I scored some great seats behind home plate and got to watch the Mariners thump the Rangers 10-3. Andrus had two errors at Short Stop which directly led to 3 Seattle runs. Oddly enough, too, Ichiro had 1/3rd of the putouts for the entire game. He caught 9 flyball outs in Right, three of which in the 4th inning. Strange.

I sat 12 rows behind Nolan Ryan — who is named after EVERYTHING in the ballpark. If George W. had been there, I would’ve been peanut-throwing distance from him. I guess he heard I’d be in attendance.

Tomorrow, I’m headed to Memphis by way of Arkansas. Hopefully it’s more exciting than today — I can’t do another 8 hours of boring landscape. I’ve heard there’s supposed to be some thunderstorms tonight. I’ve got the shades open to try to catch some of these exciting storms. I’d rather watch them from the safety of my hotel room rather than from my car — especially as I drive through Arkansas.

Cross-Country Day 4: Flagstaff to Amarillo

Cumulative Distance: 1,828 mi ~~ Total Travel Time: ~12 hours.

I made it on the road by 8am — knowing that I had a full travel day ahead of me. It’s about 9 hours from Flagstaff to Amarillo and I planned on making a few stops along the way. I also realized that I’d have a time change when I left Arizona, losing an hour in the process.

My first stop was Meteor Crater, about 50 miles east of Flagstaff in Arizona. The crater was pretty impressive. A meteor the size of about 50 yards across made a crater 570 feet deep and 4,000 feet wide. I took a tour of the museum and went to a few of the observation decks. I would’ve liked to have taken the tour, however it was an hour long and I didn’t feel like sticking around for an hour.

Click to see panoramic view

I got back on the road with my next stop being the dinosaurs from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure or the Petrified Forest, whichever came first. Turned out the petrified forest came first and I was disappointed to find out that this was not going to be a quick stop. Located about 50 miles off highway 40, the national park had a small museum area and “forest” that you could walk through and take pictures — followed by a 28 mile drive that catches back up to highway 40. The disappointment being that my route through the forest short-circuit my trip to the dinosaurs. Sigh.

But, the petrified forest was pretty neat. It was for the museum and first “forest” that you walk through. There were several other walkable areas that the park rangers were way too excited about but I felt it unnecesary to stop at them. If you’ve seen one petrified forest, you’ve seen them all.

The trees were pretty remarkable. Many of them glistened in the sunlight — the photo above doesn’t nearly do it justice. Each piece of wood fossilized and turned into a gem-like stone. Some of the trees were huge: 30-40 feet long.

I got back in the car and managed to listen to the last half of the Red Sox game. I’ve been able to listen to a lot of baseball on my trip — MLB.tv has come in quite handy and you’d be surprised how much 3G service you can get along major highways. After another hour or two I entered New Mexico and I had to adjust my clock an hour forward. It was about 1pm by the time I got to New Mexico and in order to try to make up some time, I didn’t plan on stopping again until Albuquerque around 4pm.

I stopped for a very late lunch in historic old town Albuquerque, which was a very cute part of town. I had lunch at an amazing Mexican restaurant that had a tree in the middle of the dining area. I had an exceptional pork dish and a great dessert pastry type thing that you dip in honey. Delicious. I ended up spending an hour in Albuquerque, which meant that I’d be getting into Amarillo around 9pm, instead of my planned 8pm.

Leaving Albuquerque, you could see the landscape start to change from desert/mountain area to grassland. There is nothing in Eastern New Mexico. Amarillo is about an hour inside the Texas border and to my surprise, when I crossed the Texas border, I saw a sign that read “You are now entering the Central Time Zone.” Argh! This meant that I’d actually get into Amarillo at 10pm! Ugh. There goes my dinner plans.

Everyone recommended that I go to this restaurant called “The Big Texan,” home of the free 72 ounce steak. I hadn’t planned on ordering it, but it would’ve been nice to get a good steak dinner. I kept thinking of The Great Outdoors every time I saw the signs for the free 72 ounce steak, but alas, I never made it.

Tomorrow, I’ve got a 6.5 hour drive down to Dallas, where I plan on catching a Ranger’s game in the process. I also plan on going to see Cadillac Ranch on my way out of Amarillo, which should be interesting.  That’s all for tonight, folks. It’s time for me to get some rest — it’s been another long day.

Cross-Country Day 3: Grand Canyon

Cumulative Distance: 1267.2mi ~~ Total Travel Time: ~5 hours.

Click for a panoramic view

In order to get to all of the sights I wanted to see today, I had to get up early and hit the road before 8am — and I’d say I was successful. I took the scenic route up to the Grand Canyon and still managed to make it there shortly after 9:30. I spent about an hour and a half there — which is pretty much the most I could handle unless I opted to hike down into the canyon itself (which I didn’t have  time to do this time around).

The canyon was inspiring. Walking around the rim of the canyon was breath-taking and I was quite surprised at the fact at how few guard rails there were. At one point, I noticed a guy that had climbed way out on a jetty and I thought he was insane.

It was kind of like this, but narrower.

 

As I approached, I saw a father and son (about 8 years old) coming back off the ledge and I thought to myself “If he can do it, so can I..” so I climbed out there too.It was something I had to do to prove to myself that I wasn’t afraid. It wasn’t dangerous, per se. There was no wind today and the ledge was about 6 feet wide — so I felt pretty safe. Even if I did fall, I wouldn’t tumble thousands of feet into the canyon — so I thought it was OK.

My second stop was about 3 hours north at Antelope Canyon. A quarter-mile hike through a canyon about 30 feet deep that was absolutely gorgeous. I snapped a bazillion photos with my DSLR, but only managed to grab a few with my phone, so you’ll have to wait until I get all my pictures uploaded to see the full set. But here’s one so you can get an idea:

My last stop was at a place called “Horseshoe Bend” which is where the Colorado River takes a U-Turn and has formed an amazing Horseshoe Rock formation. Again, my camera phone didn’t quite get that great of a shot due to the sun, but here’s the best I got:

Today was incredible. It was also my only real day to be a tourist — every other day I’ve got a pretty significant drive ahead of me. Not that I didn’t put miles on my car today — I still managed to drive about 5 hours in total. Tomorrow is my longest drive of the trip: 9.5 hours plus a one-hour time change. I’m hoping to hit Meteor Creator, The Dinosaurs from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure and maybe even the Petrified Forest, if I have enough time. I’ve gotta get on the road before 8am again tomorrow if I want to make all these stops. That means it’s just about bed time. Good night!

Cross-Country Day 2: Bakersfield – Flagstaff

Cumulative Distance: 771 miles ~~ Travel Time: ~9 hours

I slept like a baby. As soon as my alarm went off, I was ready to go and take on my day. I departed Bakersfield around 9:30 and started to make my way to Flagstaff, AZ. Knowing that I only needed to drive about 7 hours, I liked that I could stop and take pictures or see sights whenever I wanted. It took a little while for me to realize that I wasn’t “rushing” to get somewhere, but rather the journey was the adventure itself.

After passing the wind farms of Southern California, I entered the Mojave desert. About an hour into the desert, I stopped at a rest area and was promptly reminded what the desert brings: snakes. There was another sign just posted next to this one that listed all of the snakes that can be found in North America. Thanks.

Driving through the desert was beautiful. After a ways, I ended up on my main interstate: highway 40. For those that don’t know, Highway 40 follows the path of the Historic Route 66 that runs from LA to Chicago. Every time I got off the highway to get gas or grab a bite to eat, I was reminded that I was on Historic 66.

I stopped for gas at a place called “Hi Sahara Oasis” — which has to be the most obscure gas station you’ve ever seen. Check out the link and you’ll see what I mean. It’s this oasis in the middle of nowhere. In order to pay for gas, you have to leave your credit card inside. When I did this, I saw a sign that read:

 We have no choice. We have invested too much time and money into this place to leave now. To run a gas station like this in the middle of nowhere costs a lot of money. We will not tolerate any complaining whatsoever. 

I didn’t know what this meant. That was until I went to go fill up my car with gas and noticed that the price of gas was $5.49 a gallon. Nearly $2 more than most of the other gas stations in the area. I had no choice, though. I was just glad I didn’t stop there for lunch. A club sandwich probably would’ve run me $25.

Late in the afternoon, I stopped for a coffee at a small town called Seligman. There was a  cute motel, a place called “The Roadkill Cafe” and a general store.

I was talking to the guy behind the counter at the General Store and telling him how tired I was and needed the coffee. It was at this point that I had noticed that they had envelopes of rattlesnake eggs for sale.

 I asked the guy if they were real and he said “100%. Arizona has more varieties of rattlesnakes than any other state. We have one open, if you want to see them.” Upon opening the envelope, a spring-powered device makes a rattle-like noise and I must’ve jumped a foot. The guy says “Well, I think you’re awake now.”

The highlight of my day, though had to be the Lowell Observatory. After checking into my hotel and grabbing a bite to eat, I went up to the Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff. The staff was pointing out things you could see with the naked eye, namely meteors and satellites. I had heard that you could see satellites with the naked eye, but I’d never seen one before. I ended up seeing three of them! So cool.

They had a bunch of telescopes set up outside for people to look at various things. I saw a really cool close-up of the moon and the Ring Nebula. They also pointed out the M13 Star Cluster, which is a group of about 300,000 stars that is approximately 25,000 light years away from earth — situated at the edge of the milky way galaxy. Crazy!

But, the Observatory telescope itself was aimed at Saturn tonight. They were explaining that the telescope was built in 1894 and has never been taken apart or cleaned. Through the telescope, you could clearly see Saturn, it’s rings and three moons (which looked like small stars) around the planet. It looked just like a picture in a book. Really cool!

Tomorrow, I’m headed up to the Grand Canyon, Antelope Canyon and Horseshoe Bend. I’m really excited. A couple that I was talking to in line was telling me all about Antelope Canyon and it sounds amazing.

It was a great day on the road and I can’t wait for tomorrow!

Cross-Country Day 1: SF – Bakersfield

Distance: 285.1 miles    ~~~  Travel Time: ~6 hours 

Filled with plants and boxes, I packed up my car (aka. Penelope) and headed off for my last day of work on the west coast. I ended up hitting the road shortly after 3pm to run a few last minute errands in the bay area. By 4:30, I was officially on the road headed towards Bakersfield, CA.

Originally, I was planning on driving directly from San Francisco to Flagstaff, AZ — but after realizing that 12+ hours was probably a bit much for my first day, I opted to split up my drive by heading to Bakersfield, CA on Friday evening. I didn’t really want to end up going back to an empty apartment for another night anyway, so hitting the road seemed like a mighty fine idea.

My trip is expected to take about 9 days, ending in Boston next Sunday.
Here’s my itinerary:


View Cross-Country Drive (SF > Boston) in a larger map

Friday: SF > Bakersfield
Saturday: Bakersfield > Flagstaff, AZ
Sunday: Grand Canyon & Antelope Canyon
Monday: Flagstaff, AZ > Amarillo, TX
Tuesday: Amarillo, TX > Dallas, TX
Wednesday: Dallas, TX > Memphis, TN
Thursday: Memphis, TN > Nashville, TN
Friday: Nashville, TN > Waynesboro, VA
Saturday: Waynesboro, VA > Brooklyn, NY
Sunday: Brooklyn, NY > Boston, MA

This trip is unique for me, in that — with the exception of my visit to the Grand Canyon, my  journey is the vacation itself. I’ve got plenty of music, audiobooks, podcasts, and baseball games to keep me entertained throughout my journey.

Today’s photo comes from the Pacheco Pass Highway. There was a light rain that started to fall while in traffic and the sun was still peaking out from behind the clouds. I grabbed this shot as I was driving, but I ended up pulling over to take some pics with my DSLR that will be posted after the trip.

Tomorrow, the plan is to head out on the road by 9:00 and head to Arizona. Did you know that Arizona does not use Daylight Savings Time, so during the summer there is no time difference between CA and AZ — however in the winter there is a 2 hour time difference. Go figure.

So long, and thanks for all the friends

In less than twenty four hours, I’ll be on the road headed back to the East Coast.  I’ve spent the last week or so wrapping up things here in San Francisco: Crossing things off my bucket list, Saying goodbye to friends, and preparing for my cross-country drive back to the East Coast. This is going to be my fourth long distance move and it’s by far the hardest (and for good reason).

To me, San Francisco has become synonymous with transformation. When I moved up to San Francisco from the South Bay area, my life was in complete disarray. I was going through a separation, I was on short-term disability with Pancreatitis, and I knew only a handful of people. For the first two months after moving to the city, I sick and confined to my apartment — leaving only to make quick trips to Walgreens or Target to pick up more “Boost” — my beverage of choice for the feeding tube.

When I was finally cleared to return to work,  I felt as though I had a new lease on life and was ready to take San Francisco head-on.

One of my closest friends, Sceeter, has been here in the city with me during this time. He’s gone through just as much transformation as I have — and it’s been great to watch eachother grow and change over the past few years. When I returned to society in November 0f 2009, I remember him telling me: “We meet so many people all the time! At the rate we’re going, we’re going to know the whole city in no time at all.” And it’s true. I’ve met so many great people through Sceeter and am so blessed to have gotten to spend so much quality time with him and his friends over the past few years in San Francisco. Sceeter introduced me to the NY Ex-Pat group, also known as White Leather Boots, and I’ve enjoyed hanging out and getting to know all of you. You guys are fantastic! I think I am going to have to create a NY-Ex-Ex-Pat group when I get there.

In April of 2010, I joined a kickball team known as the High Rollers (IMHO, San Francisco’s longest-running kickball franchise) through some great friends that I met on JamCruise earlier that year. The Rollers are a great group of people and I will miss them dearly. I play my last game this evening and am hoping to start an east coast chapter upon my arrival in Brooklyn.

Ah, Thanksgiving. Nick, Carmen, Joe, Camille, Chris, Tanya, and everyone else that participated in the annual harvest festival — you’ve been my family the past few years. It’s been a blast and I highly doubt that I’ll find YouTube Karaoke at a Thanksgiving event any time soon. Thanks for making the holiday feel like home.

How could I forget my adventure that I embarked on last Feburary, that I will candidly call the most amazing journey of my life — the Yoga Tree Teacher Training program. Through that program I learned so much about myself as well as met so many people that are part of the Yoga community in San Francisco. It’s been amazing practicing, teaching and assisting with all of you.

For the past few years, I’ve been camping with the greatest group of party animals in Big Meadow at the High Sierra Music festival. Sadly I have to miss High Sierra this year, but I’ll miss camp Cock Awe even more.  I know where to find you guys at every show and it just won’t be the same in New York. I’ll be back next year for sure, so please keep those wickets crispy for me.

I’ll miss the entire music community here in San Francisco. There’s so many people that I’ve come to expect to see at every show, be at at the Boom Boom Room, Fillmore or Independent — the music scene here is amazing. I know that New York will be fun, too, but it’s the California culture that makes music here so much more fun. The shows in NY won’t be nearly as much fun without you guys — and I’m sure I’ll be hard-pressed to find a music venue in New York that gives out Red Delicious apples at every show.

My work friends — you guys rock. From the people I met back in my Mountain View days to the SBO Folk — you guys are awesome and I’ll definitely see you around in New York, MTV, SBO or somewhere in between.

There’s so many amazing people that I’ve come to know and love over the past 3 years, it really blows my mind. I didn’t know anyone when I moved here and now I have such an amazing group of friends, it’s really hard to say goodbye. I can’t believe how much has changed since I moved here in 2009. My life is completely different.

So here I am, sitting on an air mattress in my vacant apartment in Noe Valley. On the precipice of my cross-country road trip out to New York — ready to start a new chapter of my life. I know that Brooklyn is going to be awesome. I have such great friends there already —  I can’t wait to hang out with all of them again. I’ve also got so many new people to meet — New York is a big place. But, most importantly, I can’t wait to be closer to the woman I love.

So, here’s to San Francisco and to everyone that has made this place so great. Thank you.

Eastbound (and not down)

I cannot believe I am doing this. I thought I would live in California forever. When I moved up to San Francisco from the Silicon Valley in 2009, I told myself that I’d never move back to the East Coast… but I am. And when I cut through all of the sadness of leaving my friends, I’m excited about it.

In September of last year, I started dating an amazing girl that lives in Northern Virginia by the name of Hillary. We met on Jam Cruise in January of 2011 and kept in touch throughout the year. In September, we both met up in New York City for a weekend of music and adventure, and I think we both knew that we were on the verge of something very exciting.

This past January, we decided that this East Coast-West Coast relationship was just too difficult and we needed to do something if we wanted to try to make this work… Enter New York City.

I’ve spent the last week in New York finalizing one of the most critical components of my upcoming relocation, the apartment. I’ve found an amazing 1++ bedroom in Park Slope, Brooklyn and just need to coordinate the physical move. Work has been incredibly flexible about the entire thing, especially considering that half of the team that I manage is based in the NY office.

I’ve done three long-distance moves in my life and this move is very different. This is the first time where I actually have a lot of feelings for the city I’m leaving and will be very sad to say Goodbye to the West Coast and the incredible people and city of San Francisco. Since re-starting my life in SF in 2009, I’ve met so many awesome people through work, kickball, the music scene, yoga and life. The transition is going to be tough, but I know I’m making the right decision. I love Hillary and I know this is right. It’s just the adaptation back to the east coast lifestyle is going to take a lot of getting used to.

So here I am.. on an airplane back to San Francisco for the very last time as a California resident.  My plan is to leave San Francisco after Memorial Day and drive out to New York. Fortunately, there’s enough going on the next few weeks to keep my mind off of the sadness of leaving California… but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy.

I’ll definitely miss this place.. I’m just happy to know that I have someone as wonderful and loving as Hillary to be there on the other end to help make this whole thing worth it.