Leaving Los Angeles and Living in the 18th Century… if the 18th Century Had the Grammys

 

Yes, it’s true – I did leave Los Angeles…

although it seemed as if Los Angeles wanted to keep me there.

Five days ago I woke up at the crack of dawn to finish last minute packing, get the kids dressed, and prepare for the movers who were due to arrive at 8 am…

except they didn’t.

First they called with truck engine trouble.  Then they got a new truck.  Then their credit card machine stopped working a while back, but they didn’t tell us when we booked, and can we “pay in cash”?

I’m not the kind of person who has a couple thousand dollars in cash laying around.

They talked about wiring money to them… and credit card advances…

I had been packing for days and hadn’t slept… and almost fell for it.

My in-laws were in town, though, to help with the move and they saw red flags.

I didn’t agree to wire money.  The movers said they couldn’t do it.  My father-in-law started calling around for laborers and prices on renting a truck because we had to be out by midnight. He started calling real estate offices figuring they had the hookups with stuff like that.  He just so happened to reach a woman who’s husband runs a moving company.  They sent someone to come look at our stuff and give us a quote.  They put a team together, had the ability to take credit cards (because they’re actually legit), could load us up by the end of the day, but couldn’t get our stuff to San Francisco until the next day.

Deal.

Twelve hours and two cranky kids later we were finally pulling onto the highway for our six hour drive.

We arrived in San Fran at 2 am, slept on the floor (or in my case, pretended to sleep), and awoke to await our truck full of stuff and start our new lives.

Our hero movers actually did an amazing job. They worked hard and fast, didn’t break anything, and were reasonably priced.  After we got all our stuff, we were ready to relax into our new place a little..  After the ridiculousness of our actual moving day, I figured it would be smooth sailing unpacking and settling in to our new home.

Not so much.

Presently, my two year old and myself are sick with a virus.  I blame a lowered immunity from lack of sleep… but it could also be because he licks a lot of things.  It’s been four days since we drove away from LA, and since then I feel like we’ve been living in the 18th century.

We still don’t have Internet.

We don’t have television because the new one we ordered was delivered to some stranger in Sacramento, and the criminal actually signed for it and kept it.

It takes about an hour to get hot water because our energy efficient water heater is so efficient that it actually saves energy by NOT HEATING water.

We also don’t have a refrigerator because it is somehow delayed by AN ENTIRE WEEK.

It’s California where I am – there is no putting things on the windowsill to keep it frozen.

We also moved into new construction, so we don’t have city garbage cans yet or trash pick up.

So here I am, sitting in a beautiful new house, with two crazy bored children, surrounded by quite a bit of trash, not a lot of hot water, rotting food, no television, and no internet.

Thank God I have my in-laws around for another week to help occupy the kids and keep me from going crazy.  And thank God life is wildly balanced yet unpredictable because as soon as I left the city I wanted to call home forever…

BlogHer called me on the phone and wanted to know if they could fly me right back to cover a weekend event they were invited to attend.

So my present pseudo-18th century life isn’t quite so bad…

because I can still use an iPhone as a hotspot, link it to an iPad, and google this:

 

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I don’t even know how to process my life right now…

But at least I know this weekend will be fun.

Los Angeles here I come.

 

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PS – If you’re looking for movers in LA:

This is Aaron. He rocked. *Not sponsored. They're just good.

This is Aaron. He rocked.
*Not sponsored. They’re just good.

 

 

 

Discussion

  1. You poor woman. Ugh. Glad you’re all there in one piece. Minus the TV, fridge and net.

    Enjoy the weekend.

    And hugs. Lots of hugs!
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  2. Boo on the 18th century – but YAY on the Grammys!!! Seriously!
    tracy@sellabitmum recently posted..The Guinea Pig

  3. Yey! Have fun at the Grammys! I told you good things were coming for you. XOXO
    Debi recently posted..Why do Bloggers Judge Mom Bloggers so Harshly?

  4. BlogHer to the rescue! You will get through this time. *Hugs*
    Old School/New School Mom recently posted..Venus Teaches Me to Love My Curves

  5. Oooh! Fun, you jet setter you! :-)

    PS my wonderful sister lives in San Francisco with my niece and I’ll be crashing with them just before BlogHer.
    Lady Jennie recently posted..How to Cook With Herbs

  6. Dislike lack of hot water, refrigerator, Internet.
    Like for being flown back to cover an event!!
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  7. Oh just the grammys? Surely you have some sequin dresses laying around in one of those boxes.

    YAY for new beginnings!
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  8. Remind me never to leave the Internet again… everything’s different when I come back!! Although, being a native of the SF Bay Area, I’ll say your move is a change for the better. ;-) Yeah, I’m one of those NorCal snobs, welcome! Though, now I’m an SF expat living in Buffalo, NY… I’m glad you’ve got family there to help keep shit from totally falling apart and I wish you the best in your new place. Have fun at the Grammys!!
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  9. Roberto says:

    Go for it. wish you the best.

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