i live here.

You know what's weird?  I live in California.  I walk out of the door of my apartment building and feel a warm breeze.  I walk down the street filled with palm trees, not little Italian shops.  I walk towards... well, anywhere really.  Ralph's, the Mexican restaurant around the corner, Matt's house, Casey's house, wherever... and it's not somewhere in Boston.  I live in California and it's pretty friggin' weird... and awesome. 

I'm finally feeling settled.  I have a routine every single day.  I wake up between 8 and 8:15 every morning.  I make coffee, I take a shower, I check e-mails, I apply to jobs and then I write.  It's amazing what a little sunshine can do to your productivity.  I don't have a job yet (which means I'm seriously lacking a steady income... but who needs money? hahahahahaha, fuck) so  I still don't get paid, but at least I'm not wasting time and waiting for stuff to happen, I've been actively GETTIN' IT.  I did that a lot in Boston.  I worked at night, so I spent a lot of days rolling out of bed at noon, having a panic attack and watching shows on Netflix. (I'd like to take a second to thank my family for helping me out... I promise I'm trying to find a job.  No, really, I'm not just F'ing around.  I'm not just sitting on my balcony looking at a sweet sweet pool.)

I have a solid group of friends.  I make dinner almost every night.  I have a DVR!  (I've never had a DVR before.)  I do yoga every day (until, of course, I hurt myself and constantly have to ice my ankle/shoulder.)  Damn!  I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss Edith, I miss my home... but now that I'm on the other side of all that moving bullshit, I'm really excited and happy.  SUNSHINE, GUYS!  GET ON IT!