Moving

Moving in general is very obnoxious.  It's one of my least favorite things; shoving all your stuff in boxes and trying to cram them into your car.  Maybe making an extra trip or two to get it all because, hell, your whole life has to be put away only be to be taken out again.  It's one big hassle.  I hate it.

That fuckin' mural.   I was so sad to see it go and
Rolfe just slapped white paint on it like it was nothing.

But sometimes it's just hard.  Emotionally.  That time I had to paint over the mural in my dorm room, when I had to leave Cary Street and college, leaving my life on the opposite coast, and right now.  God, if Bobby didn't live in a studio (and I wasn't consumed by loathing every time I saw his passive-aggressive landlords) I would probably beg him to let me stay.  As it is there is barely room to breathe, but somehow that works.  Basically because he and I work.  Miraculously, we are both the right amount of honest and laid back that sharing a space has been easy for us (I think; I mean, Bobby, I hope you agree).  Sometimes dishes are left in the sink, but at the same time neither one of us has a problem saying "could you like clean out the sink real quick?"  So it's been very pleasant living sitch.

Alice and I in As You Like It

Which has been incredibly lucky;  Bobby and I had very limited contact before he moved to the west coast, and I didn't think we'd get along so well.  Sure, we were acquaintances during As You Like It, but in a the-cast-hangs-out-after-rehersals-sometimes kind of way. Honestly, I didn't really like him at the time (Sorry Bobby!).  If not for our mutual desire to move to San Francisco, I don't think I'd talk to him now anymore than I talk to my costar Alice (read: none) who I absolutely adored.  Much like with Abigail, I feel like I've stumbled onto a pretty easy friendship that I didn't expect to exist.  Once you peel away those presentational layers of people (and living together, even for a couple weeks, can do that pretty quickly), you can find some real cool people underneath.

I'm getting too philosophical/psych major-y and not explaining my thinking enough.  The point is: Bobby's a good roomie and actually a friend. I'm reluctant to leave because I'm worried these girls will be neither.  I fear we won't connect and that they'll be uptight about random shit.

Oh well, as with this whole "move to the west coast" experience I've just gotta jump in and see what happens.