well, it’s done. my mom and i flew down to LA Christmas morning, packed up my place, and now my life is stuffed in a 10×15 ft. storage box. it was pretty unbelievable that the two of us packed up everything in a day and a half, and when the movers came and took everything away, it was sad to see it so empty. that place is the only place i’ve ever considered home. but it’s better this way. i’ve gotta do what i have to do so the sooner i get to where i’m going, the sooner i can come back. plus, renting it out will mean i can pay off the mortgage sooner. i would like it to be fully paid in 7 years.
i also think it’s necessary to have done this because when i get married, if we decide to live there, we can make it our place, instead of it being mine. we’ll have a fresh canvas to work with. i look forward to getting married, and telling my future husband who already thinks he’s won the lottery by landing me (because why marry someone unless you each think you’re the luckiest people in the world for having found each other?)…
“Oh, by the way, I have a penthouse in the heart of LA we can live in if we want.”
haha, that will be awesome. that place is the best place on earth. the energy is just unbelievable. even the movers were commenting how amazing it is.
well, end of an era. but without endings, there are no beginnings. so the sooner i leave on my journey, the sooner i can get back.
love you, ph400. see you soon, old friend.