The Big Move...

Indications that you are going through a quarter-life crisis (in no particular order):

1. You quit your job.
2. You quit your job without finding another one first.
3. You break up with your boyfriend of two years.
4. You plan to move to Los Angeles, California to live with your best friend since first grade.
5. You pay to ship your 1994 Honda for the price of the car.
6. You plan a trip to Vegas to make twenty dollars into five hundred.
7. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, so you decided to move somewhere where nothing will continue to make sense.
8. You trade in Route 29 traffic for smog and real traffic.
9. You hope the west suites you.
10. You finally feel like you are getting somewhere.

My apartment is half-packed, ready to get up and leave Charlottesville and move out to Los Angeles. There's a debate on what to take: my favorite red bookshelf doesn't fit in my car or but the banjo will fit just fine in the backseat. I'm realizing how much stuff I actually have. How many clothes I don't wear. And what I've worked for in the last year seems to grow blurry. Because even though LA may not have the answers I'm looking for, just continuing to seek them out makes me feel good about things again. There's only so much complaining and feeling stuck that I can deal with before I decide for a change again.

In less than two weeks, things will be different. I'm flying out to the west, and trying not to think of all the practical things but of the experience. Things will fall into place and I'm hoping for an adventure. I go through different stages of anxiety where I think that I am crazy for doing this, and that I'm not actually moving out to LA but just talking about it. Then I know I will get on a plane and just be there.