Screw It. I’m Moving Across The Country
My friend Erin moved to Cali. one year ago for a job in the wine biz. I joked with the “I hate you”, but she probably doesn’t know that I really did. (You know what I mean.) I “hated” her, not because I hated her, but because I was so damn jealous. At that time I was completely bored living where I was as she had been and totally needed a change myself but didn’t know how to/wasn’t ready to make one. I remember standing on the rooftop patio of my incredible apartment I had at the time that everyone had drooled over. I was listening to Erin talk about when and how she was going to be leaving town. She was moving for a job she was insanely excited about? She was getting out of a place she just felt like she needed to? Ugh, I thought. I remember feeling like I wanted to pack myself in her car and never look back to my incredibly fancy amazing apartment with rooftop patio and all the rest of the “perfect” life I had.