Moved to San Diego − 1 June, 2001
We packed our stuff and moved to San Diego.
We drove across the country in Carrie's Saturn with the windows rolled down because my father had me convinced using the air conditioning would overheat the engine. I'm not sure why I believed him. We had to turn the stereo up SO LOUD to play over the constant roar of the wind. I still catch hell about that, and laugh at how convinced I was that he was right. Hysterical.
We arrived half-deaf, wind burned and completely exhausted.
Carrie had to start her residency the day after we arrived. I had to complete a Flash contract project I had committed to, and worked laying down on the floor in our furnitureless apartment. The movers didn't arrive until 10 days after we moved in, and they broke almost everything we shipped. Ikea became a regular weekend destination for us.
Being a lifelong Chicagoan, this was a HUGE culture and climate change for me. It probably took me a good 6 months to adjust to the slower, laid back pace and atmosphere. The overall level of tension was so much lower that I found myself feeling restless.
The 10 perfect days of weather you get in the average Chicago year are more or less the year-round norm, and I continuously felt the need to pinch myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. The only thing missing was really good thunderstorms.
We drove across the country in Carrie's Saturn with the windows rolled down because my father had me convinced using the air conditioning would overheat the engine. I'm not sure why I believed him. We had to turn the stereo up SO LOUD to play over the constant roar of the wind. I still catch hell about that, and laugh at how convinced I was that he was right. Hysterical.
We arrived half-deaf, wind burned and completely exhausted.
Carrie had to start her residency the day after we arrived. I had to complete a Flash contract project I had committed to, and worked laying down on the floor in our furnitureless apartment. The movers didn't arrive until 10 days after we moved in, and they broke almost everything we shipped. Ikea became a regular weekend destination for us.
Being a lifelong Chicagoan, this was a HUGE culture and climate change for me. It probably took me a good 6 months to adjust to the slower, laid back pace and atmosphere. The overall level of tension was so much lower that I found myself feeling restless.
The 10 perfect days of weather you get in the average Chicago year are more or less the year-round norm, and I continuously felt the need to pinch myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. The only thing missing was really good thunderstorms.
Comments:
edunn (January 14, 2007. 12:54am)
What I wouldn't do for a good thunderstorm! Cheers to that my fellow mid-westerner (now also in SD).