Moving Day!

Tomorrow morning is moving day. I can now finally say that I am a San Francisco resident.  It may not seem like such a big deal but for me, it has been one of my goals to live here and I have finally gotten here.  I can now check off an item on my life list.  There is just something magical about this city.  I look forward to exploring the city and having a fabulous time while I live here.  I have always considered myself a city girl.  I grew up Mexico City until the age of 10 and then moved to a small town where everyone knows each other.  That is so not my thing.  I like to be anonymous and not have everyone up in my business.  That is why I loved living in SoCal when I was 18-19 because no one knew me.  I could go to the grocery store and not worried that I may run into someone who knows me and gossips about the fact that my hair was messed up that day. J

 

When I got to my mom's house last night, I mentioned to her that I had picked up the keys to my new place.  She looked at me and there were tears in her eyes.  I asked her what was wrong and she said that she didn't think that I would be moving back out again so soon.  She said that she enjoyed seeing me every day and she is going to miss that.  I sat down and told her that I am only 30 minutes away and that being almost 30 (gulp!) that I needed to be on my own.   When I lived in the Valley, I probably called her every day even if it was a 2 minute conversation and told her that I would do that again.  My mom went from living her parent's house with 12 siblings to being married to my dad and having my sister & me.  I don't think she knows what it is like to be on her own and that saddens me because I know that my sister will move out soon enough, perhaps next year, and I worry for my mom.  I was trying to reassure her that just because I was going to be living on my own didn't mean she wasn't going to see me.  I told her that I would commit to having Wednesday night dinners with her and my sister every week.  I could drive to their house every other week and they could come up to my place too.  I was trying to make her feel better and I didn't want to feel guilty for wanting to be on my own.  I know that I shouldn't feel guilty but I also don't want my mom to be sad.  

 

My sister is going to help me unpack and I am very grateful for that.  My mom has plans that day and will catch up with us later on.  Fortunately, it's a three day weekend  so I will have plenty of time to get my place in order before going back to work on Tuesday.  Comcast is coming by on Sunday to set up my internet connection.  I decided that I won't be getting cable for several reasons – most of the shows I watch are available online for FREE; I am trying to work keep a budget and actually have a healthy savings account; when I lived in the Valley I was watching way too much TV just because I could and finally with going back to school, I won't have time to watch all the shows I used to watch so why spend the money.

 

The owner of the building where I will be living is this tiny older Chinese lady who cracks me up.  She seems very motherly and really quirky.  When I first saw the place, I started to cough so I put a cough drop in my mouth.  She asked me if I had a cold and I told her that I had been sick in the beginning of the year and that I just now have a cough every so often.  She told me not to eat sugar, drink lots of tea and to not eat any candy or gum because that would make me cough.  When I saw her yesterday to pick up the keys, she asked me if I had eaten candy or gum and if I was drinking enough tea.  I couldn't help but smile.