time to move on

10 years is a long time.

So I put notice in with my landlord last night. Yes my friends, I'm leaving Casa de Walnut (city website, wiki) for destinations unkown at this point. I should really figure that part out soon. Guessing since work is in the South Bay-ish it should be close to there but I'm open to anywhere in a 20 mile radius. I'm also open to winning the lotto too...


This what I'm giving up - some good some bad.

  • minumum one hour commute each way. (one morning was 2.5 hrs)

  • 4 bedrooms, 2 car garage (too much space)

  • chopping down that pepper tree beast every year (a 20 foot weed)

  • a front and back yard I never used (I don't like nature)

  • a spa I never used (I don't like water)

  • Between the commute, rising gas prices, a crappy roommate who also just gave noticed, and with all my friends and hangouts 30 miles away in Los Angeles proper, it just seemed like time to move on with my life.

    "thoughts came be haunting / memories can leave you awry"
    - from the song Traffic is Depressing.

    It wasn't just the cheap rent, but also the stability it offered for me and others after the reign of T. that kept me here. This month I'll be sweeping up dust in the cracks of this house - the residue of a relationship long settled and dealt with.

    This is just the last spot of dust to be wiped off my clothes.

    Now its my turn to make changes I should've done years ago and I couldn't be happier about the uncertainity of it all.


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