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FUR BABY: GATSBY

Life Update: Gatsby Does Boston

We’re almost (pretty much) to SIX months of living in Boston, and I really can’t believe it. At all. And as much as everyone *cough no one* cares about my story. This post is going to be around about *let’s be real* the star of the show. The furry fluff fat ball I call Gatsby!

At first, he had a hard time adjusting, as many of you know. Every time we’d leave, he’d bark. For hours. But not even an annoying bark, like he was being tortured. It broke my heart. Literally. I felt like moving him was so mean of me, like he was so unhappy, and would resent me. Can dogs resent? Who knows. But I felt like I failed him as a dog mom.

Gatsby, like me, needed time to adjust, really come to the conclusion that this was his home. Danny and I would keep coming back to him, and he could relax. I think what really helped him stop feeling like he couldn’t be by himself was our routine.

We spend an hour or so at the puppy park a few blocks from our apartment. And come back to the same apartment. I started leaving him for 5 minutes at a time, then 10 minutes. Then one day, longer, and longer. And fast forward to now: he’s totally fine. Yes, I still feel guilty leaving him at home all day (a dog walker does come) but compared to his leisurely San Diego life.

I got an aromatherapy for him to plug in when we left (no, I’m not still doing this), he gets a frozen bone of peanut butter, he gets a walk before I leave for the day, and another walk around the block right before. We also leave the radio on, to drown out the feeling of being alone.

I found a lot of fun and unique things to help him transition on Dog Product Picker because they have such a selection! May or may not have found Gatsby an orthopedic bed (Whoops! No wonder he’s needy LOL).

Gatsby traded in his beach days, to city living! And occasional trips up to New Hampshire to lake life.

If you knew Gatsby in San Diego, he looooved chasing the lizards. Never got one, but you said LIZARD and he perked up, and would look around. In Boston? Gatsby loves to chase squirrels, he’ll get up on his back legs when they run up a tree and bark at them. As if he thinks that’ll really make them come down.

He’s the star of the show at the front desk of our apartment. They have a treat jar (yes, very dog friendly) and he runs to it, walks around and sticks his nose under everyone’s hands so they have no choice but to pet him. The leasing office he runs in and lays belly up, looking around for who’s next.

We still try and take him as many places as possible! He’s good in eateries, parks, the usual, so during summer we’d do a lot of outdoor dining, picnics, beach strolls, just to let Gatsby explore! Now, we’re into dinner with friends (yes we have those) and just kind of go from there.

The cold? He’s totally unphased.

The snow? Putting booties on him, I DIED. The laugh from deep into your stomach, and you just can’t help it. He acted like his legs did not work. He acts like it’s the sand at the beach, rolling around in it, digging, pushing his nose through it all. He looooves the snow. He’ll try and play fetch with snowballs, but obviously they just disappear when they go into the snow, and he’ll look for them. Then look at you, like you tricked him. It’s great!

Check back in a few more months for more snow updates! And I’m sure I’ll be posting a lot of videos!

~ XOXO, Amanda & Gatsby

ADVENTURE

Boston Bound: Cross Country Edition

If you know me, you know I love the beach. All things sand, salt, and sun. But if you also know me, then you know in less than a month (AH!) I’ll be packing up and moving from San Diego to Boston.

Am I crazy? Yeah. Do I even know what snow is? Absolutely not. What better way to experience it than first hand. Oh and don’t worry, fur baby Gatsby is coming along for the ride.

Picture this: Two crazy kids, a smiley golden sticking his head out the window (tongue flapping), a Honda Accord stuffed to the top with their belongings, with the only one who has room has 4 paws, and a route mapped out cross country to a whole new beginning/different life. Yep, that’ll be us! Are we not the most cliche story?

So a lot of people are asking me why, my sassy self loves to answer with: why not. I figure, here I am trying to make the most of my ’20s and being the adventurer I am. So yes: why not.

 

A new learning experience. Driving that far, I have this ideal video playing in my head of us driving, signing to music, stopping to play fetch, and trying delicious foods. The drive I know won’t be exactly like that, but it’s okay to dream, right? It’ll most likely be Danny refusing to drive (ever), Gatsby trying to get comfortable, me failing at being a copilot and adding 3 hours to the day, and long stretches of nothing to look at. But hey, we’ll figure it out, and I’m still pulling for some fun.

Plus once we get there, I also have this ideal version of how life will go…I’ll find my dream job, Danny will get his too, Gatsby will have as many friends, anddd we’ll find a perfect little apartment…will this happen? I SURE HOPE SO!

It’ll be hard to make new friends. In college, everyone is so eager to make friends. I know the real world isn’t like that, people have their established groups. But I’d talk to anyone who listens, even if they have 4 paws 😉 so I’m really hoping that people will be welcoming us (and me) into their groups.

We’ll learn to rely on each other. My boyfriend and I have been pretty in sync, being each other’s other half. I like to say he’s the guy version of me;) I don’t think anything will bring us closer, than moving from what we’ve known together and moving to a new city, with all the trials and errors, and adventures we’ll go through.

I’ll become more in tune with my gut instinct. Having been to Boston a whopping two times, and not spent more than 7 days there. This will be an eye opener, I will have no knowledge (except for word on the street) of the city, where to live, work, traffic, etc. Meaning I’ll be learning as I go. I’ll feel it out. Discovering new things, adapting and trying to understand my new home.

I’ll start to wonder where home is. I love San Diego, it has been wonderful to me. And the home-y-est place there ever will be, I have countless memories here and it will always have a special place in my heart. But once I have my career, friends, and everything lined up, I can’t help but wonder if I will start to consider Boston “home.”

I’m living my life with the potential for an “oops” than a “what if.” Yes of course, me living through quotes (what else is new) but it’s so true! I could sit here and debate forever, but why not try it, it’s the best way to see, to get out of your comfort zone and of course to live. After all, I do have to learn for myself.

Stay tuned: Next month, I’ll be updating on my culture shock.

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~ XOXO, Amanda

WEEK/END

Vacation? How about staycation!

San Diego is such a fun city with so many hidden gems and new ways to experience it all! I am a HUGE fan of “staycations” why not play tourist when you only have a short 15 minute drive home. This past weekend I did a staycation at the Pacific Terrace in Pacific Beach- so yes I do work in PB, but have have done one of these there. The Pacific Terrace is right on the water, and you can lay by the pool and see the ocean.

My luck as the date approached was stormy- you know this big el nino is a godzilla and has returned according to the weather people. I swear I could be one with how much they exaggerate. And as much as sitting by the ocean, on a patio, listening to the rain sounded nice, I was a little bummed it was supposed to rain. But hey, that’s life, right?

We lucked out! It only rained on Saturday and then Sunday morning but by Sunday mid-morning it was gorgeous!  I lounged by the pool, caught up on some reading, and then my favorite part- the jacuzzi tub! Heart eyes!  I did also love my less than 10 minute drive to work on Monday morning.

Living in such a destination city, there’s often times so much to explore that we who live there would never think to do. I love love love playing tourist though, because I love traveling and sometimes it’s the only time I have to feel like one. Since San Diego is a destination city, hotels often times have deals for locals, or even on living social especially during the slow time to try and get people in!

~ XOXO, the well rested San Diegan