Drop out of life packing tape in hand.

Ok, so I made it. Fucking barely. Two whole days later and I am sitting in a desk in my bedroom, listening to Samiam, drinking a beer. You know, doin' it professionally. I got my feline bro Banjo hanging out with me so I don't feel so alone. Also whats nice is that I have a friendly gentleman named Biff who screenprints in the garage next to the house. So not only have I met a buddy, I'm not completely alone in this big ass house. I still am keeping a carbon fiber fork and a crank arm next to my bed for wacking possibilities.

So getting to where I am today in this room was quite the epic journey. I'll spare everyone the bloody details. I just want to thank Anthony for being a fucking trooper and savvy business man, my Mother for being a precious angel, and my Father for making me hate everything enough to get me motivated to fucking finish so he could go home.

We packed the truck, said goodbye to DJ Tony Tone, and headed on our way. To the Optimum Cablevision in Piscataway, NJ. And then, we were on the road to the All America City known as Buffalo. It looked a lot like this.

My brave Father drove that huge truck with a trailer(you know, for my sweet honda civic), for like, 10 hours. All the while, me and Ro had a cushy ass ride in a really new car with an ipod plugger jawn. My mom is super into Jonathan Richman now.

By the time we got to buffalo, it was real late. My parents went to go stay at some nice hotel downtown(?) where there was some correctional officers convention. I went and spent some time with the friend next door. A couple beers(root and otherwise), a bag of chips, and some Lady Gaga and Germs later, it was

4am and I passed out in Melissa's and BFK's bed.

Woke up, got a coffee and a sandwich from the really cute coffee house/cafe across the street. I plan on wasting plenty of time and money there. Unpacked the truck, and luckily I was so sweaty no one could tell I was crying in public(which is only funny when you're drunk). Showered, napped, set up my bedroom. Went to Wegmans, which btfuckingw, is open 24 hours a day here. Also, like a 5 minute drive. ALSO, great beer selection and pocky andAND Daiya cheese. And now I am here.

Tomorrow, the world is my oyster. But I'll probably just watch netflix.

This is the first time in 2 years my bedroom has actually been mine alone. So I'm pretty excited I got to put shit where I wanted to. Here's a little taste.

Buffalo or Bust

Hello! My name is Mia, and in 33 and 1/2 hours I'm moving from New Brunswick, NJ to Buffalo, NY. And I basically don't know a soul there. But it's going to be ok.

So a little backstory. I am 23 years old, and have been living on my own for 6 years almost to the day. In that time, I have lived in Philadelphia, PA, Brooklyn, NY, New Brunswick, NJ, and now Buffalo, NY. So 4 cities in 6 years is roughly 1.5 to 2 years in each place. I think? I'm bad at math.

My goal is to find my home. I want to find the place where I feel I belong, where I want to set roots in, and try to find this idea of real life I've heard so much about. Obviously, I haven't found it yet, but I feel like I have a little of these places I've been to in my self enough where I'm getting an idea of what I want.

So Buffalo, NY. This place I have only been to once. It was ok. I wasn't there for too long. So this is when you ask why the fuck I'm going there. I have a lot of reasons, but it all sums up to, why the hell not? Here is the short version. Number 1, I don't want to live without my best friend, Melissa. Number 2, my time here in New Jersey is up. Number 3, it's cheap as shit.

If you are interested in the long version, here goes:

My best friend Melissa is a wonderful woman. She is so strong and wonderful and beautiful, and since I've found her, the idea of being 7 hours away from her in completely heart wrenching. When you find people in life that you click with in just the right way, and that you love so much, you don't just let them move 7 hours away! So when she said, "Why don't you just move to Buffalo, too?", I was all like K! Also, her amazing 7 year old son, Alek? I cannot bear being apart from him either.

Then, my relationship fell apart. The dude that I moved to New Jersey for was all like I'm out, CYA! And after close consideration, oh, and him turning into a complete jackass, I didn't see a reason to stick around anymore. It wasn't because he decided to completely drag my name through the mud to cover up his own shortcomings, justsoyouknow. But, I came to New Jersey for a reason, and if that reason isn't there anymore, then neither the fuck am I.

I'm poor. Like broke as shit. And I'm real tired of it. And Buffalo is cheap. I want to be able to afford a dress from Forever21. My plan is to just make and save a shit ton of money.

Last but not least, since the talks of moving to upstate New York has started, I kinda sorta met someone. And there is no way that a dude this babely is gonna get rid of me that easy.

Of course, there is sooo much I'm going to miss about this place, and I'm sure I'll write about it in about 4 days when I'm in a new city all alone, bored, and lonely. Don't get me wrong, I know a few people. I'm moving into Melissa's new house, but she won't be there for 2 weeks. And the only people I really know in Buffalo are in a band with her boyfriend, and they are on tour for almost the entire summer. So it's just me and Banjo the cat in a big ol' house somewhere in Buffalo.

This is where I explain why I'm writing this blog. See, I've never been much of a journal keeper. I'm not sure how long this will last for. Or if there will even be another post. I'm going to be in a new city where I don't really know anyone. This blog is my incentive to get the fuck out there. It's easy for me to sit around and mope and do jack shit. So if I have something to update about the things I see and people I meet, then maybe I will do just that.

So wish me luck! Cause being bored sucks.

-Mia