Him, her and the new adventure

We never made it past San Francisco. We stopped there and stayed for over a week. He loved it. And it was growing on me. It took some time, but even after a week I started to get used to the streets, the way people do business, how to act around employees to get a decent latte. He found an apartment too, which surprised both of us after realizing the first day of semi-looking that you basically need to hire someone or landlords won’t take you seriously.

It’s got a great view. And apparently the place was recently renovated and re-decorated by some famous interior designer. Well he must only be famous in San Fran because I’ve never seen him on HGTV or in Home and Garden. There’s a bay window, which is great. I’ve always adored bay windows. So I told him if he got the apartment, even if we had a dispute that would keep me from talking to him, I’d come over still just for the window. That seemed to reassure him somewhat. The great thing too is that the guy was offering it for a decent price. But he’s still looking for a job before he signs anything. He had better find one soon too or else that apartment’s gone. There was a gay couple looking at it too. We passed them as they were on their way out. They couldn’t stop talking about the designer too. “Oh my god, can you believe it! An original design from (fill in hot name here)!” “Oh I know! And that bay window!” Hearing the words “bay window” come out of that man’s mouth almost made me knock them over as I dashed inside.

Anyway, he’s out looking for a job right now. There are some leads too. It’s crazy how fast this is all happening. One mile we’re enjoying an open road and the next we’re helping him find a job and an apartment.

Me? Well I’ve been considering this move. I really can’t imagine a life away from him, not romantically of course. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I never considered the idea. It’s not like he hasn’t either. Maybe. We never really talked about that to each other. All my other friends think we’re just made for each other. Or that we spend so much time together we might as well get married. I’ll admit, there were brief moments while looking at that apartment that I toyed with the idea that that bay window could actually be mine as well. Not just as an unspoken agreement between the two of us, but actually on paper.

Anyway, I picked up the September issue of Vogue the other day and I’ve been pouring over it every spare chance I get. I love the clothes and the colors but I also read Vogue for the editorials because, despite what the opinions and views others own, Vogue can actually write some great stuff on matters other than fashion. For example, their article on Jon Huntsman, one of the men running for the Republican slot for the 2012 election. I won’t go into all the details about the article or Huntsman, but the article’s there. But reading Vogue made me think about a career in fashion. Maybe not the clothes portion, but writing about the clothes, critiquing the clothes. I don’t know if I could ever be the next Anna Wintour, but maybe I’ve got a knack for fashion. I just don’t know if I could ever get on board with some of the styles that are hot right now. Well I just heard about Bay Fashion Magazine. Maybe I’ll start applying there. Who knows? I could work my up to some higher position in Vogue. The dreamer’s dream. Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be moving to San Francisco anytime soon. Not unless something big is offered my way. For now, I’ll assist my best friend in finding a job and getting the apartment of his dreams (and bay window of mine) and then I’ll fly back home. I’ve already posted the VW for sale online and have had several offers. Apparently the bus is worth much more than what I paid for because I’m getting some pretty high offers. I’m about the finalize the deal later today. So I’ll fly back home, go back to work (grateful they allowed me to take such a long vacation and still return) and figure things out from there. We’re beginning new adventures now.


Him, her and San Francisco

“Well we’ve made it.”

“What do you mean? We haven’t made it to Oregon.”

“No, I mean we’ve made it to California.”

“Oh. Right. Listen, can we skip L.A. and stuff? I don’t care to see it at this point in my life.” He’d seen it before actually, and had too many bad experiences that eventually caused him to never go back again. He didn’t enjoy talking about it either.

She was hesitant. She really wanted to see it. She’d never been and was attracted to the idea of celebrities and Pretty Woman – not the actual act, but the movie and the sites from the movie. But if he didn’t want to go and they did, then he’d complain the entire time and that would just spoil it for her. “Alright. We won’t go. Napa maybe?”

“Napa’s fine. It’s be a long drive but we can definitely do Napa. How did those photos turn out from New Mexico?”

“Really great actually. I just sent five out and have, I think, three more to edit before sending. Remember that older man who was missing a tooth and raved on about it raining cows?”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“His turned out really great. I was kind of surprised because I kept shaking from trying not to laugh. But there’s something in that photo that says more about the guy than madness.”

“Interesting,” he replied half-heartedly. He was getting tired of this trip. Of talking about crazy men who claimed cows were going to fall from the sky. Or women who acted like they were from the city when they were from nowhere, Arizona. Middle aged men who made bad jokes, talked about the glory days (aka All-State Basketball Champs 1979) and poked fun at their chubby children, who really weren’t that chubby, just normal. All of this was taking a toll on him. Not to mention he just had a phone call that he was going to be evicted from his apartment. The landlord didn’t even give a good reason, but turned around and said he had three weeks to get out. He come home from this trip, pack up his stuff and move into a cardboard box. Gee, what great news.

The entire time he had been thinking this, she continued to talk about her subjects.

“Listen, I’m really tired. Can you give it a rest?”

She was instantly wounded and he could tell. “I’m sorry, it’s just, I’m just -”

“You’re tired. I get it. Yeah, sure. Do you mind music then? Quiet music?”

“Yeah that’d be fine.”

She chose something while making slight swerves in the road, glancing back and forth from iPod to outside the front windshield. She chose something and put the iPod back in it’s makeshift holder. He felt awful for making her feel this way. He wanted to explain himself but he didn’t want pity. He didn’t want her to come up with a solution for him, which he knew she would. But on the other hand, she was his best friend. And her solutions usually worked. Why shouldn’t he tell her?

“When we get back from this trip, I’ll be homeless.”

“What?!” She almost stopped the car right then and there. It wouldn’t have mattered though. The were the only ones on the road. “What do you mean?”

“My landlord is kicking me out for some reason.”

“He didn’t say why?”

“Nope. Just said I’d have three weeks to get my stuff out. I think I knew it all along. The guy was always shady.”

“You sound too nonchalant about this. How can you be nonchalant?!”

“I’m freaking out inside, trust me. I’m just so exhausted by all of this -”

“All of this? What do you mean?”

He paused. Should he tell her he’s tired of the trip? “Well, I mean, I’m just tired of all the driving, the people I guess.”

“But the people have been great! We’ve been having fun!”

“I know. Everything’s just taking it’s toll on me. Especially with this apartment thing. I don’t know what I’m going to do. We’re on this trip and I don’t have time to look for a new apartment before I have to move out.”

“Well you can stay with me then until you find something.”

“Is that really a good idea? Where would you put me? You changed the second bedroom into an office.”

“We’ll put your big items in a storage unit and I’ll turn the office back into a bedroom. Come on, it won’t be that bad. You won’t have to pay rent and I can help you look for an apartment.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I even want to stay there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t think I want to live in the Midwest any longer.”

She got quiet. What he was suggesting was something she couldn’t think about at all. Him moving away? Her losing her best friend? She couldn’t do it. She wondered where he’d move. She wondered if she’d move with him. She loved her job, but maybe her job was something that could be replaced if it meant being around him. Or was it time to move on?

“Where would you go?”

“San Francisco.” The answer was immediate and unexpected for both of them. He looked at her. He looked back at the road. San Francisco? Really? Where did that come from? But he thought about it. He enjoyed the city the few times he’d visited. It was  a good location. He had a network of contacts he could call for a job and even for an apartment. It made sense.

“We need to go to San Francisco,” he said decidedly.

She looked at him. She looked at the road. “Ok,” she said finally. “Pull out the map. We’re going to San Francisco.”