… and just like that, I’ve landed back in LA.
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Let’s do this.
It looks like Los Angeles and myself aren’t quite done with each other yet.
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.
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:
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.
PS – If you’re looking for movers in LA:
This is me the day after the BlogHer’13 conference ended in Chicago.
I’m not letting Jesus take the wheel, but I’m pretty sure I gave it to you guys at some point without knowing.
People post inspirational quotes on Facebook all the time. Most of the time I read them, nod a silent ‘that’s true’ and move on.
For some reason, though, on one particular day…
it was that pretty picture with sunbursts…
and written over the orange glares were the words,
STOP LIVING LIFE LIKE YOU ARE SMALL.
At that particular second, the baby must have been napping, I must have had enough coffee, and the stars must have aligned because I thought to myself:
You’re so right…
Okay. Okay, I will.
So a couple days later I submitted a “Room of Your Own” idea for the BlogHer’13 conference in Chicago. Basically it’s a way to let the community fill in the gaps of the main conference programming. I put myself and my ideas out there.
Thank you for posting those sunbursts.
Then I decided to go to the Mom 2.0 conference. Then one of you there said I should pitch myself to HLN’s Raising America in their ”Shark Tank” to be on the show. For some reason I listened to you, and at the spur of the moment pitched a topic and got green lights across the board. The producers have contacted me to be on the show later this year.
Thank you for telling me to do that.
Six weeks ago my youngest was put in a half-body cast. The amount of care he needed, and the amount of stress in the house kept me spinning in a sleep deprived haze. All other responsibilities fell to the wayside…
until one of your facebook statues read,
Just registered my last kid for Kindergarten (tears). Have you been where I am before?
I thought to myself:
Shit! No I haven’t, but I should.
I called the school that day and just barely made the cutoff date for Kindergarten registration.
Thank you for making sure my kid can go to school.
Then I submitted a couple of my blog posts to be considered for BlogHer’13 Voices of the Year. I was chosen for the keynote in 2011, so I knew that was out of the question again… but one can be honored as a Voice of the Year many years in a row without presenting at the keynote.
The posts I submitted were not chosen. But since you guys know better, one of you named Katie Sluiter nominated a post of mine that I had almost forgotten I had written. This post is the one that was chosen to be honored in the op-ed category.
I’m a Voice of the Year. Well, whaddya know.
Thank you for nominating me. Thank you for choosing me.
Then I didn’t know what to get my son’s preschool teacher for the last day of school. You told me on Twitter that I should go with Starbucks gift cards, so I did.
Thank you for making sure I participated in appropriate end-of-school-year gift giving…
Oh yeah – The “Room of Your Own” idea I submitted wasn’t chosen…
because someone out there decided it would be better for me to be a main conference speaker instead…
at biggest blogging conference in the country…
with keynote speakers like:
Facebook COO, Sheryl Sandberg,
The Pioneer Woman – Ree Drummond,
and the writer/producer of The Terminator movies, producer of Aliens, and now The Walking Dead on AMC - Gale Anne Hurd.
You guys are clearly steering me in the right direction.
My panel is part of the main conference programming and it’s called, Anatomy of a Story.
I can’t wait.
I just have to figure out what to say…
and what to wear.
I’m not worried.
I’m sure you guys will figure out something.
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