Wagons WestIt's official. After nearly two-and-a-half years of living in the Rochester, NY area (nearly five-and-a-half years for Nicole), we are moving.
While I was in Los Angeles on business last week my father and I found a two-bedroom apartment in West Hollywood, CA that--as of yesterday--Nicole and I were approved for. After beginning our lives together and starting my career in Rochester, Nicole and I will be moving to Los Angeles during the first week of October.
In some ways, the move is bittersweet. I am excited to move forward with our lives, to establish my ultimate career and for Nicole to begin hers--to be closer to family and old friends. Yet, at the same time, the move brings with it a degree of sadness. Despite all of the complaining that I did about life in western New York, I know that a part of me will miss it very much. After nearly two-and-a-half years of living in North Chili it has come to feel like home.
Nonetheless, the absence of career opportunities, family, and the excessively long winters make the move to Los Angeles the best decision. I will miss the many friends that I have made while living in New York. I will also miss being a participant in the EMS system in this region, having to resign from the Chili Fire Department, Spencerport Volunteer Ambulance, and Rural/Metro Medical Services Rochester in the coming weeks.
To all of my friends here in New York, our Los Angeles apartment has a spare room that you are all welcome to use if you ever venture out west. I hope that you will.
Perhaps someday Nicole and I will return to Rochester to pay homage to the place that--although the brunt of many a joke and complaint--marked the beginning of our adult lives.
posted at 07:25