How Jho Got Her West Coast Groove Back…

18 Jun

So what happened was that I went into work one day intending to ask about the possibility of relocating back to California (as I had diligently discussed with my hubby) and ended up giving my notice, albeit for 30 to 60 days in the future. Don’t get me wrong – there are lots of things I loved (and miss) about living in New York City, but the daily grind, coupled with a total lack of private living space and a completely unfulfilling (and often crazy-making, I-am-going-to-kill-someone-and-end-up-in-jail) work life made for a decidedly unhappy Jho.

CityBoy and I discussed the pros and cons, got out our lists of potential relocation cities, and started thinking about dates and times and tasks and things-to-do. Then I jumped the proverbial gun. I asked for a sit-down with my then boss and in a space of mere minutes, decided “fuck it, let’s just do it” and committed to my leave-taking. About two seconds after that, I remembered that I was no longer the sole decider of my destiny. Many “shit”s and “oh crap”s floated through my head. 

It is a testament to CityBoy’s enduring patience and goodwill that we did not immediately part ways then and there. I mean, if he had done the same to me?? I probably would have eventually taken it in stride, but not without much yelling and cursing and “what the hell is wrong with you?”-ing.

The rest is a miracle of good timing, good friends and unending family helpfulness. I sent out job applications. I interviewed. I got offers. We packed and packed and packed, our tiny studio filling up day after day with the sound of packing tape unspooling from its easy-tear holder, the scuffle of heavy duty cardboard boxes being made up, a maze of books and kitchen items and clothes and more and more books rising like some hackneyed City of Hobos.

behold, our life’s possessions!

My fellow (for a time) New Yorkers shook their heads and wondered how we could leave their fair city. Or else wrung our hands like envious hangers-on. It still amazes me, those last 30 or so days, their fevered, hopeful pitch, the endless list of things we had to do, the people and places we wanted to see, before we were gone. Moved on to another City, by the sea, less ferocious in its energy and verve, softer on the eyes and feet, where we could begin again, anew.

the view from the very, very, very end of our street

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3 Responses to “How Jho Got Her West Coast Groove Back…”

  1. Michele June 18, 2012 at 8:55 pm #

    Jho I never tire of that story! Thank you!

    • jhointhecity June 18, 2012 at 9:55 pm #

      Thanks, lady! I’m glad to see that someone’s still out there after my long blogging hiatus. 😉

  2. Mark Olague June 20, 2012 at 1:58 am #

    Good to see you’re back Jhoanna! Ja’net gave me an update. We gotta all hang soon.

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