Slumming it in Twin Falls, Idaho

First day of driving, done. Road trip with your best friend after a week of packing, trying to fit in a bunch of social engagements and minimal sleep: some mild moments of annoyance, frantic Priceline bidding for a hotel room in the jewel of a Idaho- Twin Falls while at a combination Pilot/Wendy's/Dairy Queen, and lots of showtunes.

After a serious debate over Twin Falls v. Idaho Falls we decided to make day one a bit shorter and stop in Twin Falls. My issue with this: the highest rated hotel in this tiny town is 2 1/2. I was wary from the start.

However with the aforementioned lack of sleep we decided stopping at Twin Falls was the better idea. So after a serious session of manipulating Priceline I was the lucky recipient of a night at the 2-star AmericInn in Twin Falls, Idaho. Not exactly the victory I was going for, but hey, its a place to sleep, right...?

We pull into the AmericInn and notice, there's no parking the lot is completely full. Brilliant, I know this is going to go well already. I walk into the lobby and tell the lady I'm there to check in. She informs me that we have a smoking room. WHAT?!?! That still exists? And furthermore this lady has never smoked a cigarette and can not stand the smell.

She then so lovingly tells me that I'm S.O.L. in finding another room anywhere in town as they have (wait for it) a baseball tournament and a swimming meet going on this weekend. Seeing as these events clearly are on the same level as the Super Bowl no other hotel within two hours has rooms.

This ray of sunshine also has some extremely warm conversations with other patrons and a woman inquiring about a room and then comes back to me to tell me we should park "somewhere that doesn't block someone in" and that they'd try not to tow me. Isn't she a peach?

So the game plan is now to sleep (with the window wide open and the a/c on) for a bit then get up at the crack of dawn to start driving and hopefully our clothes, hair and suitcases won't hold on to the glorious smell of cigarettes for too long.

For now, it time for a Hell or High Watermelon from 21st Amendment, a brief viewing of "Drop Dead Gorgeous" and some sleep. Stay tuned for tomorrows adventures!

Cliché final post from (soon to be) former city

The moving pod left yesterday. My car is packed with the ridiculous amounts of clothing and random things I deem necessary for the next month that I'll be "surviving" with what I can fit into four suitcases. I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom taking it all in for one last moment.

I'm certainly going to miss my amazing apartment with a gorgeous view in a great neighborhood. Yet somehow I'm entirely ok with the realization that nothing I find in NYC will live up to this apartment. The fact is I'll be in NEW YORK CITY. That trumps anything San Francisco has to offer (well, at least for now).

Amazed. How I feel about the fact that I'm just as giddy to move back to NYC as I was the first time I moved there.

San Francisco, you've been a fun time. I'll certainly miss some of the fantastic new people you brought into my life. But this lady is moving on.

Well, hello

What does one do when facing yet another cross country move? Pack? Say your goodbyes? Fit in any things you want to do in the city you're leaving? Nope, start a blog, naturally....

My best friend arrives in 2.5 hours to come help me move and enjoy my last few days in SF. What am I doing? Sitting on my bed blogging and LOOKING at all my stuff. To be fair I have four boxes packed. I move in five days. No big deal.

Where am I going you ask? Back to the greatest city on earth, NYC. I can sing you a song about it if you like. Its a wonderful town, first I'm up at Brooklyn now I'm down in Tribeca, if I can make it there I'll make it anywhere in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

Now begins the story of a girl and her journey back to New York and her pursuit to find her passion back in the big city. And go...