To make a semi-long story short, I moved to Columbia, MO because Jason (my boyfriend) is finishing his last semester of school. In May he will be getting his BJ! (Bachelor's in Journalism...haha)
The weeks leading up to his departure, I was unsure of what to do. I had initially planned to stay in LA, continue taking classes and working, and just see him a couple times in those four months. I wasn't really sure what he wanted me to do, and I hate feeling like one of those girls who can't stand to be away from their boyfriend. In the end, I obviously chose to come along. Why? Well, first of all, I don't want to be away from the man I love for a third of a year! I was also feeling the need to get out of LA. LA is not the easiest place to live, and I was ready for a change of pace. When he expressed a desire for me to come along, that clearly solidified my choice as well.
So, I packed up and we went east. When I moved into my last apartment, I had very little stuff. Because I had initiated my previous breakup, my ex felt he deserved to keep the majority of our belongings. And ultimately, I didn't miss any of it. End the end, it's just stuff. The nice thing of course was when I was packing this time around, I didn't have loads of stuff. Jason also had very little stuff -- he keeps a lot in storage though. Moving on, with the help of my SIL, Bethany, we packed up my apartment and somehow managed to fit Jason and my belongings either in storage, or in my car.
The packing was pretty ridiculous, in retrospect. In my attempt at being very organized and on the ball, I scheduled for my power to be shut off on the day we planned to leave. Well...we were a day behind! So at some point during that extra day I noticed my space heater shut off. And though I hoped it was a blown fuse, sure enough, it was the power. And it being the winter and all, at around 5pm the sun went down and my SIL and I were packing my kitchen like maniacs. Luckily, my old landlord (and super nice dude) lent us a giant lamp and we were able to finish. I should also note that Jason and my friend Natalia -- who is a professional organizer -- were cleaning out his storage unit. So he wasn't just ignoring me. Anyway, it was kind of crazy, but we somehow managed to finish.
The next morning Jason and I had a lovely breakfast with Dylan and Bethany. Then, we hit the road! The drive was actually pretty fun! We went the more northern route so we could drive through CO and see his friends.
We've been here...three weeks maybe? It's been an interesting experience. The people here seem really nice, and everything is a lot more affordable. I am taking a sign language class (for fun), as well as singing in the Columbia Chorale, which is a choir for the community. I've been a bit lonely since Jason is very busy. I've also just come down with a respiratory virus that has been kicking my butt. I'd like to get out more, but it's a little tough not knowing anyone. ANYONE. When I moved to LA I had my family there, so I automatically had a lot of people to spend time with. Here, not so much. I posted an ad offerring private tutoring, but no one has contacted me.
Ultimately, I haven't made up my mind about how I feel here. Sometimes it's nice, sometimes it's not. Regardless, I am here, and I am trying to find my place.
xoxo
Caitlin
