And then we were promptly told that we would have to leave for the West Coast just 10 days later. I have to admit that I was pretty bummed. I know, I know, an extended stay in California sounds absolutely terrible. But I selfishly just wanted to settle down in a house that was all mine and Taylor's for the first time ever. We still will of course, just with an adventure thrown into the mix.
Our trip out here was thankfully uneventful. However, Taylor and I were separated on our first flight. I was sandwiched between a man who thought it was acceptable to take his shoes off the entire flight and a girl who pretended the boundaries of personal space were just a figment of the imagination. Taylor was luckily (!) in a row with a small child and her mother. The mom was super concerned with why her child couldn't listen to her dvd player without headphones as well as everyone else's business going on in the plane. On our second flight, we managed to snag two seats together, but traded off listening to someone loudly tell all of her life stories. Also, Taylor
Once we finally got to Cal-i-forn-i-a, (Forgive me, I have been dying to say/write that since we got here.) we got a sweet rental car and headed towards our first hotel. When I say sweet rental car I am being completely sarcastic. We could hear every road noise, the built in lumbar support felt like we were trying to sit with basketballs balanced behind our backs, there was no cruise control (first world problem, I know), and sadly there were no possible combinations of seat adjustments that would allow me to be able to drive. I'm not going to name this car, just in case anyone who reads this owns one because I would feel awful for calling your car a POS to your face.
Since we had to drive back up to the airport the very next day to pick up our other New Jersey friend, we made the executive decision to make a rental trade. It wasn't a very hard decision to make, especially since during the 24 hours we had been driving the car, I had managed to let one of the doors go during a freak blast of wind and happened to put a pretty decent size scratch on our car and an even worse dent on someone else's luxury vehicle. Oopsies.
Our next car was a Chevy Cruze. I am naming this one because I l-o-v-e loved it. Sadly, we only had that one for a short time because there happened to be a massive recall for them over the weekend. We sadly said goodbye, but got a sweet upgrade to a full-size rental. We even got satellite radio which made me do a happy dance because I am a spoiled brat and almost lost my mind over the regular radio we had for a while.
Side note: the car rental industry has a skewed view of the differences in car sizes. It should be: child-sized, teen-sized, medium-sized, shaq-sized.
Thankfully, we have had the same rental car for over two weeks now and I have never been so thankful to have a set of wheels in my life!
When we first arrived, we stayed in a hotel in a nearby town until we could move into the hotel on base. The view was a nice way to be welcomed to the state of California.
Even though we tried and tried to convince someone, ANYONE that we would be here for a few MONTHS and needed a room with a stove/oven, we were denied and given a room with a microwave instead. It has been definitely less than ideal, but we borrowed a crock pot and have been making do.
We have since settled into our new routines of Taylor going to work and me occupying my time however I can. We have also gone on several magical adventures. But those are stories for another time!
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