Everytime I move, I swear to myself that I'm never doing it again.

It always takes about twice as long as you think it will to get everything packed and I had a seven hour drive to make on top of it.

I barely had a moment to snap this picture before I had to get the hell out.

I guess on the plus side, I didn't have time to be sad about anything either.

I thought I was being incredibly smart by choosing a truck rental place that was out of the way.

I figured it would be easier to maneuver the gigantic truck in an area with little traffic, but it ended up being totally lame and hard to find.

The one employee that was working at the time was completely insane.

My mother thought "he seemed nice".

We had some friends over for a small going away get together.

I'm glad I got a chance to spend a little quality time with some of my favorite SF people.

I wish I could take everyone with me when I move.

In an effort to spend a night doing things that are uniquely San Francisco and totally cliche, D and I had dinner at Fisherman's Wharf, drinks at the Buena Vista and then took the cable car back to Powell St. from Ghirardelli.

I think we were both reminded how annoyingly overrated it is.

I hope there's a Chevy's in LA that I can force people to go to with me.

Somehow I don't think happy hour will be as awesome.

The subsequent stomach ache and gas, yes. But not the company.

Last time I'll be cat sitting for my buddy, finn.

Nicest cat ever.

Stephanie introduced my to Katie and Ethan about a year ago.

Every time they are in town, I try to make it out to see Ethan's DJ set.

Always a lot of laughs to be had with those two.

One of many, many things I'll miss like crazy about this city.

The drop in clinic is not where I like to spend my Saturday mornings, typically.

I was forced there by lingering eye problems stemming from my trip to Vegas.

They were no help with my eyes but if you happen to need a wheelchair, they are on that shit.

Stephanie was gracious enough to host us in her spruced up digs for an impromptu movie night.

Ghostbusters, followed by wine, followed by Anchorman, followed by wine, followed by wine spillage all over D's pants.

Pretty good night, I'd say.

My co-worker makes his own wine.

He brought in some tiny wine grapes for people to eat.

He's not really the type of guy you can say no to easily, and I was curious, so I took some.

They are actually delicious.

I haven't been blogging, because I've been packing.

Lame, I know.

D snapped this paparazzi spy cam looking shot as I was handing over my last months rent to my landlady.

She is the sweetest little person you'll ever meet. She makes me look gigantic.

Everything about leaving this place is going to be difficult.

Although most of my weekend was spent packing, I was able to sneak out for a few hours.

Trying to remain a vegetarian at a BBQ, is extremely taxing.

And I'm ashamed to say that the sweet smell of roasting flesh broke my will.