Holy sh*t, you guys. I have been a California resident for a whole year. And it feels...normal. It's scary to say that, because I feel like I'm being disloyal to Minnesota, but I am used to and adjusted to living in California. Okay, well maybe I'm not 100% adjusted to the exorbitant housing prices, or the lack of snow at Christmas, but for the most part this feels normal.
I'm not sure what I expected, but I honestly thought it would be harder. I say this now, when the awfulness of job hunting is a distant memory from eight months ago. Those first four months were definitely the worst. Job hunting sucks enough as it is, but add in being away from everyone I know and love and the suckiness is compounded. Thankfully, after I started working everything kind of fell into place. My job is going well, I have a few friends (not as many as I'd like, but it's progress!), Mark and I are happy, I love our new apartment, and we have the cutest pup.
Can we talk about that for a second? I was just thinking about everything that has happened in the last 12 months and it's nuts. I graduated from college, moved across the country, moved in with my boyfriend, started my first full time job, and got a dog. Not sure how I'm going to top that!
I was looking back and reading my thoughts before moving, one month after moving, and six months after moving. That is one of my favorite things about having a blog: it's like a diary. I can look back and see how I was feeling before this monumental change. When I read how I felt before moving it brings back tons of memories, but thankfully I don't have those worries or anxieties anymore. California was this big unknown beast, and now I feel like I've tamed the beast a little bit. I’m actually enjoying myself and this stage of life quite a bit. Hope I’m not jinxing it by writing it here!
Adaptation is a pretty amazing thing, don’t you think? I thought I would be miserable all the time here. I know, how dramatic is that, but it's the truth. Now, that's not to say I don't have my moments of homesickness, but this whole year went 100x better than I thought it was going to. I’m actually really proud of myself for making the leap to move out here, and I’m thrilled that it’s turned out so well (I’m sure my mom is too). I may not go to the beach as much as I thought I would ;) but California has pleasantly surprised me.
p.s. - we’re in NYC for the long weekend visiting Mark’s sister and her husband! Follow along if you’d like on Instagram or Snapchat (myinnerfabulous).