There is a ton of stuff that has happened in the past 2 weeks. I will try and remember it all but I will miss stuff that will probably have to be posted later. There is need for a little back story as well, so just stay with me, I promise we'll get through this.
So the past few months I have been looking at houses in other places and really really thinking about moving out of San Diego. I have spent so much time on craigslist just looking at houses and jobs and all sorts of other random ass shit about places. I have found that the people seeking whatever sections will really tell you a lot about a town. I found this to be true of the free section as well, what a person is willing to give away says loads about them, so seeing what people in an area would give away, says a whole lot. In most places I found it to be the same random junk, BBQ's, cheap sporting equipment, broken camera's, dirty couches, and lots and lots of tacky clothes that probably smell of cigarettes. In a few places it was useful stuff like baby formula, canned foods, unused oil, but nothing really hit me as a place I wanted to live.
So I went to Arizona last week and visited my Dad, I hadn't seen him in a while and was in need of some random guidance. I found out how cheap it was to live in Phoenix and was stoked, I could fall back on a job at McDonnalds and still afford to live there. Then I started looking around and realized that I would not only be miserable living in Phoenix, I would be leaving San Diego for Phoenix and it would only last a month before I was wanting to move again. Then the summer would come, it would be 117 degrees outside, and I would use my right to bear arms and shoot myself in the face.
I got home and continued my search, only this time I was a little more focused. After talking with my Dad I realized that I wanted to be somewhere family was, in no way does that mean Arizona, (sorry Dad, pick somewhere cooler to live) but family has always been pretty important to me and I have strayed from that in the past few years. The only other places I have family is Austin and Chicago. I don't really know my family in Chicago, and it would be cool to get to know them, but I don't think I am going to move half way across the US to find out that they are all a bunch of assholes. So Austin it is.
My brother lives in Austin with his wife and two kids. I really don't know why I didn't do this years ago but the important thing is that I am doing it now. I found a house that is about 2 blocks away from him that is really nice and in my price range. I am going to go there and look at it really soon but I think that it is where I am going to live. I am gonna move there in either April or May, depending on how work goes and if I'll be able to transfer to there or quit and apply when I get there. 6th street here I come.
So the past few months I have been looking at houses in other places and really really thinking about moving out of San Diego. I have spent so much time on craigslist just looking at houses and jobs and all sorts of other random ass shit about places. I have found that the people seeking whatever sections will really tell you a lot about a town. I found this to be true of the free section as well, what a person is willing to give away says loads about them, so seeing what people in an area would give away, says a whole lot. In most places I found it to be the same random junk, BBQ's, cheap sporting equipment, broken camera's, dirty couches, and lots and lots of tacky clothes that probably smell of cigarettes. In a few places it was useful stuff like baby formula, canned foods, unused oil, but nothing really hit me as a place I wanted to live.
So I went to Arizona last week and visited my Dad, I hadn't seen him in a while and was in need of some random guidance. I found out how cheap it was to live in Phoenix and was stoked, I could fall back on a job at McDonnalds and still afford to live there. Then I started looking around and realized that I would not only be miserable living in Phoenix, I would be leaving San Diego for Phoenix and it would only last a month before I was wanting to move again. Then the summer would come, it would be 117 degrees outside, and I would use my right to bear arms and shoot myself in the face.
I got home and continued my search, only this time I was a little more focused. After talking with my Dad I realized that I wanted to be somewhere family was, in no way does that mean Arizona, (sorry Dad, pick somewhere cooler to live) but family has always been pretty important to me and I have strayed from that in the past few years. The only other places I have family is Austin and Chicago. I don't really know my family in Chicago, and it would be cool to get to know them, but I don't think I am going to move half way across the US to find out that they are all a bunch of assholes. So Austin it is.
My brother lives in Austin with his wife and two kids. I really don't know why I didn't do this years ago but the important thing is that I am doing it now. I found a house that is about 2 blocks away from him that is really nice and in my price range. I am going to go there and look at it really soon but I think that it is where I am going to live. I am gonna move there in either April or May, depending on how work goes and if I'll be able to transfer to there or quit and apply when I get there. 6th street here I come.