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It’s amazing how someone’s life can fit into boxes. Well, at least the material things you own. Packing my life and my house last week was definitely hard. Not only did I have to sort through everything, I had to pack and plan ahead for three trips – one to San Francisco (right now) to find an apartment and the other for the road trip I’m taking with my dad to drive me and my stuff out here.

I went through so many old pictures and journals and notes. It was fun to reminisce on the “good ol’ days.” Yeah, I know I’m young, but I still have memories that seem like they’re from way back when.

This trip went well. Unbelievably well. I met my boss and co-workers and saw our new office space on the 14th floor with glorious views. I am definitely going to love it there. The people seem great, the office is beautiful, the work is exactly what I want to be doing – pinch me.

I have found an apartment in San Francisco. It is perfect. My mom and I spend three days on an apartment hunt. We saw some nice ones in bad neighborhoods, some okay ones in decent neighborhoods, and some terrible ones in good neighborhoods. At one point, I reached such a point of frustration that I wanted to just scream. I thought, “if only we could combine the kitchen from the one on Geary with the closet from the one on Post and the bathroom from the one on Sutter, we’d be perfect!”

Lo and behold, we finally found perfection.

Medium sized studio, three blocks from Union Square, hardwood floors, bay windows, crown molding, updated kitchen and bath, and a walk in closet. Heaven.

And, to top it all off, there was already a mezuzah on the door.

Perfect job, perfect apartment – I am one really lucky girl

We returned to Boulder and loaded up all my boxes into a truck and hit the road.

We made it as far as Rock Springs, Wyo. Not too bad – getting seven hours under our belt before the two long days ahead of us.

Wyoming is beautiful. There is nothing. But that’s what is so majestic about it. You can see for miles without anything blocking your view except rolling hills and full, bushy trees. It’s nice to know nature still exists in this overpopulated world. (And I’m headed to San Francisco!)

Now, we’re off to Reno – 14 hours of great company, good music and a meowing cat.

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