20 January 2006
and it begins
yes. this is me in my car. driving with all my things to california. this is actually day three in arizona. amazing how you can learn to drive without the ability to see out your rear view mirror (had to learn that in my corsica b/c the rear mirror kept falling off due to poor shocks + missouri roads) or your back side windows.
stayed with friends in pasadena last night (thanks gail & chris). moved into my basement in burbank this morning. currently sitting on the floor, keyboard on a short stool, monitor on two boxes, phone cord from my landlady's bedroom, down the stairs to my pc. classy set up. :)
can i talk about traffic now? wow. first off - driving for three days, little neo holding together well, loving the 75mph in nm & az. i get to the I-15 in cali. everyone's going around 75mph in the mountains - three, four lanes of traffic, large semis, DOWN, like a roller coaster. #1 problem - the scenery is gorgeous & i'm dying to look out the window, but thankfully understand that to do so would actually kill me. #2+ - 75/80mph! 3/4 lanes! semis! survived that only to arrive in los angeles traffic. the 210 isn't even the worst, but boy it can keep your heart rate up. i think it's generally five lanes and everywhere, people drive like they're being chased. my friend donna said people don't often get pulled over for tickets in la, which surprised me - but now i see why. there's no way you can concentrate on getting where you need to go, not killing people, and staying within the speed limit.
today it was a bit easier once i unpacked my car and could utilize all of my windows. but still. i feel like as soon as i start moving in the car, my hands are locked to the steering wheel and i'm singing a mantra of directions in my head, so i don't have to try to look at my paper. survived the 405 twice today to hang out with my friend john. on the way home, everything was grand until there wasn't a recognizable exit. pretty much doubled my return time, going in circles mere minutes from my house. and then, the street parking that is supposed to be so available? apparently not at 11:30pm, or at least not when an airport van is parked outside your house. so got to park a block or so away.
but. it's gorgeous here. smells good. i'm right by the mountains. there's an orange tree in my front yard. and there's still so much to see.