This weekend was really great. Reconnecting with some of the most hilarious ladies on Friday, catching up on sleep, spending time with my darling parents exploring LA for my dad’s bday, catching up on sleep, spending time with/getting fed completely stuffed Andrew+his family, and catching up on sleep.
Just the kind of weekend that I love to have as a bookend in between my weeks.
I think this type of enjoyment/rest might be paused soon though, because the following weekends will probably be consumed with a new project of mine.
Announcement
I will most likely be moving back home to Long Beach in the upcoming weeks. Like, out of the Culver City area by the end of the month.
I love my roommate, Anna, and I LOVE this area so so so much. But I’m only spending 1 afternoon and 3-4 nights a week at this apartment. It’s just not worth the 1,000′s of dollars that I would save this year by living at home.
What about work? My parents’ house is actually the tiniest bit (4 miles) closer to work. What about UCLA? I expect to only be at UCLA once this school year. June. For my graduation. My UCLA classes take place in my classroom and at the main Locke campus, just up the street.
What about Andrew? My parents’ house is only 8 miles further away from him than my apartment is. Not to mention that I usually go over straight from work and crash on his couch, which means that my home location is irrelevant. If he’s in Diamond Bar, I am loads closer in LB anyway.
I guess I originally thought that I would have more things happening in the West Los Angeles area, but I really do not. I will miss it so much. But I’ll still be in the city of LA on a daily basis, so it’s not like I am completely separating myself from the city I have come to love so much.
What about my freedom? This is my biggest concern. I guess I am just hoping and praying that I will not have to fight my mom too much on a curfew (bc I will not stand for one), on how late I may be allowed to drive around certain areas of LB/LA (bc this will need to remain my choice), or on where I spend the night (bc this will also not be negotiable).
I love my freedom, but I also love my own space, so having my own room at my parents’ is especially attractive right now when my stress level is high.
I am thrilled to not be packing a Trader Joe’s bag with clothes, shoes, and make-up every night to accommodate where I will be sleeping every single night. Thrilled to sleep in my big bed every night. Thrilled to not have my Sunday plans dominated by needing to get back to WLA. Thrilled to enjoy friends more and/or sleep more on Tuesdays by staying LB. Thrilled to not lug laundry back and forth.
Not to mention that all of the people I love are spread out all across the southland. To be sure, a small handful live in Los Angeles. Many live elsewhere. But the highest concentration of my loves are in LB <3
I’m coming home.
(And I’m having a garage sale)
