Goodbye California, Hello New York! Why I Moved Back East (again)

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So, I made it.

Day two of driving across the United States, completed. Lucky for me the arrival time was at a relatively reasonable hour.


Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Just a quick side note and to fill you in on exactly how tired I am. I wrote Texas there, twice.

Driving for long periods of time will take a lot out of a girl. I am so ready to brush my teeth and crawl into bed. Maybe even watch an episode of How to Get Away with Murder? (Because this is my latest Netflix fave). Although, I probably won't make it to the four-minute mark, before falling asleep.

It's crazy to think this is my FOURTH trip driving cross-country. Yes, I wrote that correctly. Second in a six-month time span. Sure it's a lot of driving but is there a better way to see the United States? And how else would I be able to do these store visits? Okay, maybe in a limo with wifi and unlimited coffee would be a better alternative. But Judy (what I've named my 2007 Volvo) hasn't failed me yet. Honestly, this trip hasn't been that bad. The scenery is beautiful, and the traffic is probably half of what i-40 would be. That's a tip for anyone who plans on making a road trip anytime soon.

Pretty excited to add a new state, and city for that matter, onto my list of places, visited. It's on my bucket list to visit every single state and their capitals before I die. Cheyenne is a for sure a quaint little town. And I mean tiny, I walked around the city center for fifteen minutes with not much else to see. You can totally grasp the pioneer vibes by the architecture of the buildings. Terrifying to know people actually walked all this way, once upon a time. But here I am sitting at Outback Steakhouse, munching on a side house salad and pina colada (don't worry; it's a virgin). Happy there is no walking involved.

It is so nice to just sit here for a moment finally able to collect all my thoughts. Everything has been go-go-go since Monday morning. Aka when my personal life went up in flames. It’s like one of those situations where you don’t know whether to break down and cry or laugh hysterically (which my go-to in uncomfortable situations). In my case, the solution to the problem resulted in me running away to the other side of the country.

If you follow me on social media, you probably know I spent the past couple of weeks down in SoCal. A lot was going on between my photoshoot, getting ready for Coachella, and then attending Stagecoach on a whim. Oh, let's not forget the whole air conditioning debacle. But obviously, all good things have to come to an end. Even though your friends love you, at some point, you've gotta go home. So, I left Sunday evening. When I got back, I tried to be quiet not to wake up the tenant who was sleeping in the other room.

I snuck into my office to put my things down and to take a quick breather before heading off to bed. At first, it looked like the tenant was kind enough to place my mail and packages on my desk. But when I sat down to sort it all out, everything had been opened. Letters like my passport, credit card statements, tax info, you name it. There was no shame. Freaked out, but not really knowing what to do at three in the morning, I went to bed.

Looking back, the wise thing would have been to call the police. But sometimes shock will prevent you from doing the right thing.

Around five in the morning, I heard someone fiddling around. Figured it was our tenant, getting ready for the day. So I ignored everything. When I woke up a few hours later, I realized the tenant skipped town. He took his things and left. The house was a disaster. I went to pee, as most people do in the morning to see he took the toilet paper with him. That was fun. He also decided to unplug the fridge with my things inside. Cool. Even better, he cleared out the pantry and took my food as well.

Finally, after everything settling in, it was clear who went through my mail. There was a lot of personal information in those letters, and it made me super uncomfortable. How do I know that he didn't go through the rest of my belongings? Like, anyone would have been weirded out. There were a few more things that happened. But we'll be (slightly) respectful and leave out.

We did have a chat a few weeks back about summer plans and whatnot. He did mention that he was going to leave California for a few weeks but planned on returning. Not wanting to deal with any more drama or putting myself in what seems like an unsafe situation. I too decided to skip town.

In two days, I was able to pack both my room and office. And even make it to five more store visits. Pretty proud of myself, if we're being honest here. Although, my car is definitely packed like the truck from The Beverly Hillbillies. How embarrassing? So as you can imagine, my life has been a little twisted. And watching How to Get Away with Murder only has freaked me out more. Like, completely convinced he's tracking my car, phone, looking into my computer. Because that's plausible, right?

Not going to lie, I am super bummed my last month in California has been taken from me. All of the plans, poof. Gone. But at the same time, how could anyone complain about summer on Long Island? There really is no place like it. Okay, I am doing a better job at finding the light to this situation.

So there you have it, my dramatic freakout. But like, I don't think I'd be the only one here.



Melissa Cherniss