Some people have asked me why I moved to San Diego. There are so many factors that went into making this decision.
One: I HATE winter in the Northeast.
I hate it. Snow is stupid, being cold is the worst. To me, hell is a frozen wasteland where I have to shovel all day every day while my hat keeps on sliding off, the wind feels like a slap to the face, my lips are cracking and I can't feel my fingers and toes.
So the weather was a huge reason.
Also, this lady on a plane told me to.
I was on my way to Nigeria from NYC with a layover in Paris and I was seated next to this French lady on the way to visit her mother. We chatted about books mostly and then she asked where I lived. At the time, I was in CT with Yemi. I asked her where she lived. She replied, "San Diego". She met her American husband in France and followed him back to SD and she's lived there since.
She talked about how beautiful it is and I told her I always wanted to live there.
She then asked me, "are you married?"
I said no.
She asked, "do you have kids?"
I said no.
She looked at me and said "what's stopping you?"
The lady made a very valid point.
It took me a couple of years but I made it, nice French lady.
Aside from that, I decided to move to San Diego because my heart is broken.
Is that too honest? Well, it's the truth.
Dad, Jay, Scooby. Losing them hurt so much and I never dealt with it. I just threw myself into looking after my loved ones so I didn't have to address my feelings too deeply.
I'll get into this more another time since it's so heavy and this post was meant to be easy breezy, like all of my stereotypical assumptions about Californians.
Long story short, I decided to move to San Diego because I wanted to enjoy sorting myself out while wearing a sundress.
Has anyone ever moved to another town for a random reason? I'd love to read about the experience that led you to where you are now.