Heads Carolina, Tails California

Is it weird that I frequently have THE SAME SONG stuck in my head for a month at a time? Yes? No? Justin Bieber’s “Love Yourself” was on heavy rotation at the end of 2017 (does that mean something?), but ever since we moved to North Carolina a month ago, I’m jamming (internally) on some Jo Dee Messina. Apparently I’m somewhere greener and somewhere warmer, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Yet. (PS that’s our new house up there.)

To say that the past month or two have been surreal would be an understatement. I’ve been calming my nerves with home improvement projects, Insta Stories and copious amounts of sauvignon blanc. Probably too much sauvignon blanc, but let me liiiiiiiive.

I joined a gym and have reinstated my twice-weekly pilates schedule. Our (lovely) next door neighbors had us over for dinner. We are determined to become regulars at the sushi joint down the street. I joined the neighborhood social committee and am helping plan the Kentucky Derby party (typical). But I miss my friends. I miss my old neighborhood. I miss working around other living beings who weigh more than 17 pounds and don’t snore all day or bark at anything that moves outside.

Here’s a breakdown of where this new life stands as of Saturday, March 10:


  • I will not lie. Our house is beautiful.
  • Oysters are plentiful and I’ve become a pro shucker. Seriously. I can cleanly shuck about a dozen in 5 minutes or so.
  • My next door neighbor loves good times and wine about as much as I do.
  • We found a delightful dog-sitter.
  • I get to visit KC every month.
  • I work in yoga pants.
  • My co-workers are pugs.
  • My workdays are remarkably more efficient.
  • We live 2 hours from the beach and 3 hours fromthe mountains.
  • Direct flights to Europe.
  • You can get wine delivered to your home.


  • I miss everyone. EVERYONE.
  • Going home to California will now take 5 hours by plane. Eeep. I have two LA trips planned in the next two months and am dreading the travel time.
  • While you can have many things delivered (wine, groceries, even stuff from Target), pizza is the only food that can be delivered. We are sort of in the boonies. Pretty boonies. But boonies.

Ok so the cons list is much shorter than the pros, but that first bullet point is worth about 10 other bullet points so let’s call it even.

Or maybe North Carolina is growing on me.

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