Wish me luck! I'm flying to LA!
→[More:]All my stuff is packed away or sold or trucked to my parents' house. I sold my car yesterday (which makes me very sad, because it was a lovely car). I have one box to ship to my new address.
I'm dead worried that the Los Angeles fashion police won't let Boston-me deplane, or they'll immediately whisk me away to be waxed and tweezed and fed nothing but grapes and celery until I meet standards. I'm going to be meeting a ton of new people, which both scares and excites me (cause I'm kind of rubbish at meeting new people). I'll be working part-time for my old company, which means I still have a paycheck, which is very very good.
My face is a mess of pimples from all the stress. Somebody tell me it'll be okay?