Fedexing My Weight In Shoes

Yesterday I discovered that all of my shoes make up half of my body weight. Crazy, I know.

Recently I decided to move back home... ish.  I currently live in Santa Barbara and rent a room in a house with my friend Camille. I love where I live and I love my job. Why move? I'll tell you why. It's the "Shit, My Friends are Getting Their Lives Together, What the Hell am I Doing? Effect."

A month ago my room mate Camille gave notice at work to pursue her career in real estate. Now, while I am in the career and industy I want to be in, Camille's step toward adulthood shook me to the core. Before this happened I pleasantly ignored the facts:

1. I'm throwing away almost a $1000 a month on rent
2. If I stay in California I will be able to buy a house on my deathbed... maybe
3. I live in one of the most expensive cities in Calfornia and there are hardly any career opportunities
4. Most of my family lives on the East Coast
5. Pet skunks are illegal in California

Obviously when you write them down it's kind of hard to ignore the fact that if I stay here it just makes me an idiot. 

So I called up my parents, had a little chat and decided to move to Atlanta stat... well in two weeks. Which means I'm in turbo- pack/throw away/sell all my shit mode. This is how I discovered that I own half my body weight in shoes... and how I discovered how much it would cost to ship myself to Atlanta. $120. Not bad, right? I know, if it weren't for needing to get my Jeep out there I would totally crate it up. Cest la vie.

How does this effect the budget? Yes, moving 3,000 miles is going to rack up some expenses. However, based on my calculations, the profits I make from selling my furniture should offsett all moving costs. And, a few months living at home should more than allow me to make up the money I need to rebuy all new furniture, get a new place and buy my precious pet skunky skunk.

I know everyone in California thinks its the best state ever, but I'm pretty stoked about Georgia. What's not to love about a state that 1. allows pet skunks and 2. has a super rad song written about it (obviously, I'm referring to Peaches, by the Presidents of the United States of America). Cool songs are always a good indicator of the actual coolness level of a state. Case in point: How many cool songs are there about Oklahoma? ZERO. Because it is the lamest state in the U.S. with its only redeeming factor being the OKC Thunder.

So in conclusion sad to leave all my friends in CA, but super excited to actually be able to save money. And own a skunk. Obviously.

xoxo. Jildo