My weekend basically looked like this (plus some sleeping):
I mean, you can't ever have too many margaritas, right??
(Regular, on the rocks, no salt pretty please.)
I also went and saw Girl Most Likely, which was good but not as funny as I was expecting.
But I'd had two margaritas so I didn't really care, and Kristen Wiig can do no wrong.
But let's move on to something else (something serious, sorry): I had an anniversary over the weekend.
Anniversaries are kind of important to me. I remember random dates, like the date of my first kiss and the dates I broke up with my last two boyfriends. I also remember the date I got my tongue pierced (that's a test to see how closely you pay attention). So it just makes sense that I would remember the date I made the 241 mile move from Break back to SLO County. Duh.
July 21, 2012.
I'd been talking about moving back home ever since I finished college, but I just couldn't get it together enough to actually do it. But then Jacey convinced me to do it when, over pizza sandwiches* in her living room in Arizona at 4am I said, "I wish I could move back to Los Osos," and she said, "Why don't you?"
I didn't have an answer. So a few days later I called my parents and basically said, "Hey, I'm gonna move home. No I don't have a job lined up. I can live with you though, right? I'll be there July 21."
And I was. I packed up everything I owned in my little Honda and left Brea.
I left my friends...
|L>R Alyssa, Taylor, Andrea, little girls I nannied, roommates, Karina.|
And it's one of the best decisions I've ever made.
When I was making that drive home with my car packed to the roof, I thought a lot about what my life up here would look like. I thought I had it alllllllll figured out. I thought everything would fall into place.
I thought wrong.
I thought I'd have a boyfriend.
Well I did, for two months, and it
was awful wasn't as great as I thought it would be.
I thought I'd be living in my own little apartment.
Uh no. False. Why does living alone have to be SO EXPENSIVE?
But I'm working on it.
I thought I'd be going for 5 mile runs along the bluffs at Montana de Oro.
I'm happy here.
I belong here.
Well this got sappy really fast.
Happy anniversary to me.
Gimme all the margaritas.
*A pizza sandwich is when you put two pieces of pizza together and make a sandwich out of them. It's twice the pizza but half the calories according to the special math I use when I drink.