I had no idea that trying to set up a new life on a new coast required so much mettle. This is nothing like my move from SF to NYC at 21 because I had 2 suitcases, $300, no job, and a friend’s couch to sleep on. If it didn’t work out in six weeks I was coming home. Now I have 98 boxes, a full time job plus additional side work, a Toyota Prius (mine) stuffed with bills (mine), and a dog (allll mine). I’m feeling overwhelmed and sick and hoping everything calms down soon or I will just have to throw all my shit in storage and check into the Beverly Montage on the Dodgers credit card.