I recently decided that I hated nearly everybody in the DC area, and therefore had to move. The first time I moved from DC to California I was eighteen. Eighteen and three days to be exact. My parents didn't believe I was actually moving until my boyfriend and I loaded up the car and left. It took us nine days to get to San Diago, mainly because we kept making detours, attempting to Find America. We were such fucking hippies. We should have been shot.
I hated San Diego. My boyfriend didn't want me to have any friends, because they might have pointed out what an asshole he was. I did manage to hook up with one old friend: the guy I'd lost my virginity to three years before. He had turned into a McDonalds managing dweeb who still dated fifteen-year-olds. My boyfriend adored him and he became our housemate. Three months after we arrived, we decided that San Diego was the worst place on earth and moved to Richmond, Virginia. Luckily, my boyfriend dumped me shortly thereafter and I was able to move back to the DC suburbs, to a little house that was wonderful because Amelia lived in it.
About two months ago, I was getting ready to leave DC again, this time to move to Boston to be with my boyfriend (not the same one.) I was thrilled to be getting away. Even Boston had to be better than a hellhole built on a swamp and full of people who attempted to fill their empty lived by sitting around talking about how cool they were five years ago and who resented me for not worshipping them the way I had when I was fifteen. However my sweet prince decided to save time and moving expenses and dump me before I even got there.
So, finding myself with a lease that was going to run out in two weeks and a job I'd already quit, I decided to do the sensible thing. I moved back to Caliofornia. Of course, I moved to Hollywood rather than San Diego, which is better because not every person in Hollywood is a cretin. Also I'm single, which means I'm allowed to have friends. I am living in a one bedroom apartment with two guys, one of whom I've actually known for more than three weeks.
Every day I wake up and get a warm gooshy feeling remembering that I'm not living in DC any more. Then I have a panic attack wondering what the hell I was thinking . Then I get another warm gooshy feeling. This continues for most of the day. It's wonderful to be able to go out to a club and not see a single person that I hate.
I think everyone should, at least once in their life, move 3,000 miles with no money to a strange town where they know two people. It gives you a whole new outlook on life. But if you are from DC, you should definitely not move to Hollywood. I hate you.
