Moving... continued...

(From top (green) Marni, Marc Jacobs Collection, Manolo Blahnik, Dolce and Gabanna)

This is how my room looks trying to move.

There is this cool layout to my room and it allow me to display my shoes as if it was a showroom. (: At least that is how Jackie described it. It's funny too because the lighting in the room very much looked that way. (And yes, those are the shoes I own without boxes on top and those boxes are actually filled.)

I wrote this while I was at the SFO airport.

I’ve been sitting at the SFO airport for way too long… I’m running on about 2 hours of sleep. I’m paranoid that I will miss my flight… lose my chance at New York. So, my body naturally wants to wake up every 20 minutes. So, I give up at sleep around 6AM and deal with my morning. My flight is at noon, but I need to make sure everything is square for me to go. I get to the airport early at 9, because John is forced to go to some ridiculous meeting/training with the company he just put in his 2 weeks notice with.

So many new beginnings, while so many things end.

Geez I’m starving. I feel like when I have a proper breakfast, I’m hungry way too often for the rest of the day. I’m gonna be stuck at an airport bored out of my mind with no internet access because I forget my cable to tether my phone. When I am packing, I don’t like to be under pressure, because I’m going to forget something for sure. I can’t even find my old apartment keys. It’s in one of the large 15 boxes that I packed within the last few days. (Sorry Will, I’ll FedEx them back to you when I find them I swear!)

Some amazing friends came over with cold beers, while I packed. We were reminiscing about past memories together; things we want to do together in the future.

3 hours later…

Of course I have the worst luck. My flight was delayed by 2 hours and I’m also late for my connecting flight. How frustrating is that? How am I suppose to meet a friend in Bed Stuy (Brooklyn) at maybe 2AM or 3AM without being paranoid that someone will jack my stuff? I won’t even check in my luggage because I’m afraid it’s going to be lost somehow.

Moving.

I don't know how much more moving I can really handle. But this is going to be my last move in SF for sure. I'm back in the area that I should be in. Yay!

But seriously, my room is so ridiculously small, I could barely handle it... and my shoes can barely handle it. My room is just filled with boxes everywhere and I don't know how it's going to work. *sigh*

Moving is just plain stressful. I just need to learn to narrow it down to the essentials.

Taking a trip.

I haven't been a plane for a while. Normally, I take as many trips as a can; short or long.

Next week I'm going to NYC. It's been like 3-4 years since my last one and I'm anxious. I'm going to take the big step and finally move there and take my chances in January. It is starting to feel like it's gettng down to the wire too. Yet, it feels liberating already and I'm not even there. Who knows how I will feel when I get there. (:

I'm sad I'm already leaving SF. Except I'm not going to go without moving one last time, back to the Castro which I'm really thrilled about.

While I'm thinking about things to pack, I'm going to post pics up for you guys.

where i am...

Right when I moved... I kind of lost touch of who I was a little... because I was trying to fit into the new surroundings... when I should just be myself.

Since I actually have time to myself for once (because I have always been constantly working and going to school)... I got to take a walk around where I'm staying right now.

Some people say that Oakland is really ghetto and what not, but there are some really good places. Like this one... where I live near.

shoes.

I have been slowly moving my stuff in the past week into my new apartment. The first thing I pretty much moved over was my shoes... and I had to move them all over at once (well john had to move them too). I haven't kept track of my shoe collection in the past 2 years, because I just really didn't want to know how much of my salary has been invested into them. From all the boxes that are visible, I counted up to 100 and then immediately stopped.

Recently, in a article from the L.A. Times called, "Manolo lovers feel financial pain at the pump," shoes are having their "runway moment." Sarah Jessica Parker's character, Carrie, in Sex and the City probably made this a universal phenomenon. I knew of Manolo Blahnik from growing up fashion obsessed, but the rest of the world had no clue. Now retailers "mark up shoes 2.4 to three times the wholesale price. (On clothes and bags, the average markup is generally twice the wholesale price.)"

Come on ladies... what are you trying to do to me? Just stop buying shoes... or at least go ahead and wait for them to go on sale.

My shoe obsession started before I even discovered SATC (I finally payed attention during the 5th season because of my roommate, Arlene). I worked in a shoe department for a major department store almost 5 years. I got my first pair of designer shoes at 19. A pair of Marc by Marc Jacobs teal flats, that look like they are in relatively brand new condition because I had them resoled twice already. That's one great thing about designer shoes... you can always make them brand new again. So, besides having a large bill from MJ himself, I also get a large bill for my amazing shoe repair guy, but it beats trying to find another pair to replace them for $400.