Eight days left of flip-flops and tank tops.

On November 7th, at 10:53 in the morning, I'm leaving for Chicago. Not to visit, or for bidness, but to live.  Yes live. You heard me (read me) correctly. Live. 

This diehard LA native is moving to the midwest! 

I perhaps could have picked a better time of year to move east, my feet alone are going to freak. After 33 years of exposed toes, they and the rest of my feet will be feeling claustro-freakin-phobic in waterproofed, highly-insulated clunkers that will most likely be lacking in style.

So, I've decided to document the week leading up to my departure, knowing that I'll have much to say, cry, whine, appreciate, laugh, and bitch about the whole experience. And then, I figured, I'll continue recording my thoughts as I observe and become accustomed to the strange habits and rituals of the local natives.  And why not share? So--I blog. Here is my blog. Blog. Blogettyblogblogblog.

Tomorrow I begin the departure breakdown (interpret that as you will), because tomorrow begins the week countdown---OH MY GOD!!! A WEEK FROM NOW, I'M GONE!!!!