I'm moving in two months. Finally (finally) leaving The Nest and moving to Oceanside, CA. My friend works in Carlsbad and has been asking me to move to a new place in the area with him forever. I had plans to go to UCSD and get one of those degree things everyone's so freaky about, but... at least as of now I don't think that's what I want or need. I could change my mind later, but for now what I want to do is work an average joe's job and tend to my projects in my own time. When that's not what I should be doing with my life, I will know.
So, now, that's happening. I spent the week at his place in Escondido (leading up to Comic Con) and we found the place we want. It's a one-bedroom and I'm gonna live in the dining room. He works nights and I'm probably going to work days, so our awake-and-at-home time will overlap little enough that it actually makes a lot of sense. It's a really gorgeous apartment complex with lots of grass that allows pets (I want to take Muff and Lily) and is five miles away from the ocean. There are loads of places to work close by, so with a little luck I'll have a commute I could bike to and from--I actually really hate driving, but when you live 15 minutes away from everything like I currently do, you have no choice. There's space on the patio wall in front of the apartment where I can grow basil and rosemary, I noticed some of our future neighbors are already doing the same thing. I'm not one to count chickens but I've got good feelings.
Of course it is scary, it's a major change upcoming in my life with a number on it. And it is also scary that I'll have another problem to take on in a year and a half or more when the aforementioned friend relocates to Florida for his job and I have to move somewhere else or, preferably, find a roommate and move into a two-bedroom. But I'll deal with that as it comes. More than afraid, I am excited. The only thing I'm going to miss about living here that is bound to the location, I think, is walking the dogs in the walnut orchards... but I'm trading that up for walking them on the friggin beach so that's fair. I'll miss my parents, but they'll visit.
