This is a little belated, but Harv and I arrived in SLC on Saturday. We promptly unpacked the car and headed to IKEA for furniture. Normally I love IKEA, but lately I've been getting what my dad calls "store rage." Basically, I cannot stand to be in a crowded store with people who are not watching their children or are standing in the middle of aisles or other inconvenient places. I completely understand that you need to consider/discuss the furniture, but MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. Seriously. And please, do not bring your 5 children under the age of 10 to IKEA. It is just not the place for them unless they are well-behaved.

Moving on. I was seriously stressed about finding a bed (the options at IKEA weren't great) but my dad convinced me to go into a store across the parking lot, Denver Mattress. We found a great bed, and unbelievably it fit in the car with all the furniture boxes.

Harv and I are pretty fantastic at assembling things, so the furniture was put together in no time, and I am almost settled into my new room. I love the house, and of course I love my amazing roommate, and I am sure that in no time I'll love Salt Lake.

I'll put together an post on the actual road trip soon.

After what seems like (and has been) months of waiting, this girl is finally going west. Tomorrow my dad and I depart for Salt Lake City in an absolutely filled to the brim Versa hatchback. We're hoping to arrive by Saturday, but we built in an extra day just in case.

I couldn't be more excited, but it is also finally hitting me that tonight is my last night in Pennsylvania. I've left before (for college and New York) but this feels more permanent. Maybe because it's so far?

The point is, I'm just 12ish hours away from the longest road trip of my life thus far. Wish me luck!

There are a few things in my short (so far) life that I've discovered to be eternal truths. The first is that sometimes, you need a new start.

Sometimes, you need to leave behind everything you know and make a new beginning (cliche as it is). Sometimes you get to a point where you're tired of doing the same thing, day in, day out, feeling like you have nothing new to say or do.

Sometimes, a former coworker discovers your blog and your forced to pick up and move.

So maybe I don't have some deeper reason for moving to my new blog home. I'm here now. Two days shy of picking up and moving 2000 miles away from home for grad school. Here's hoping I make it intact.