We short sold our Milagro abode around 5 years ago. We sold and gave away lots and lots of stuff. We had done the "purge" years before when we sold our Venice house and bought a place up in Oregon and moved up there after 911 only to return to LA within a couple years, because of work; because of the film business.
This time around we left the lion's share of our stuff in LA while we figured out where we would land, because of work; because of the film business.
We wandered around the country for a couple of years and finally signed a lease on an apartment in Atlanta. That year, Cindy and I were together at the same time in aforementioned Georgia residence for a total of 8 weeks.
We were other places together; the West Coast and New Orleans, etc. But in our new "home" it only added up to around 8 weeks.
That was a tough year for us. So we doubled down and committed to working in Atlanta, turning down numerous jobs in Louisiana as well as the other LA and various locations around the country.
Last Monday, I flew out to Los Angeles to pack up the 20' x 20' storage unit we have maintained for the last 5 years and loaded it onto a 26' Penske box truck, thus severing the last physical ties we had in LA.
My family moved me to LA from Las Vegas when I was 2 years old, some 46 years ago.
I have been aching to leave LA since I was probably 16 years old. Two failed attempts at making it in New York City and then a successful career in the film business has kept me there for over 30 years. I have countless memories good and bad in that City of Angels.
I will always be an Angeleno.
I'm a Laker fan for life. I have been since Magic Johnson's "Showtime" era. And I will continue to be, in spite of the last few dismal years.
I may end up moving back to Los Angeles but I highly doubt it.
I know I will return there, but I don't think it will ever be my home again.
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
It's just another manic Monday,
and manic Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.....
on a manic road trip Friday, Saturday, Sunday
wasn't my fun day
But it was definitely another manic Monday
Start a new job, after driving cross the country, on Monday
Unloading a truck on a manic Tuesday,
Saying good-bye to the empty Penske on a manic Wednesday
Hanging out with LA friends after work on a manic Thursday
Writing this blog in the early am manic Friday
Looking forward to sleeping in on a not manic Saturday.......
A little poem inspired by the LA pop band of the '80's, the Bangles .
I wrote it sometime last week and as I type away at 5:30 am on Saturday morn, I realize that sadly that last line won't be happening, at least on this weekend. Maybe Sunday, it would be more in keeping with the song after all.
Jon Danniells at Atlanta International Airport, Georgia.
November 2 at 2:14pm · I have become a master at getting through security, slip off shoes, no belt nothing to distract; from where they check my boarding pass and ID to when I get through screening and having my shoes back on; under 2 minutes; today less than 90 seconds
Monday was actually relativly eventless after a morning packing frenzy. Then it consisted of a day of air travel and then settling into bed at our "Home Away from Home", the Jolly Roger, a wonderful old-school motel on the edge of Venice.
Starting Things off Right
I am currently signed up for a couple of marathons with my eye on getting a qualifying time for the Boston Marathon. One of the reasons I chose to stay at the Jolly Roger was that it is right down the street from the "course" I started training for my first marathon ever, almost 30 years ago.
Then it was off to pick-up my new ride for the next week, a good-ol' 26' Penske moving truck. And then to get some moving supplies from New Haven Moving Supplies which was fortunately just a few minutes away from our dreadful storage facility.
I had been imagining, planning and dreading this move for a few years now. There were no big surprises. It was what it was. A collection of our "stuff" gathered over the course of two, actually three lifetimes. There was not so much furniture, but there was more art than I remembered, lots of boxes of books and lots and lots of boxes with everything you can imagine packed away.
November 3 at 6:27pm · Los Angeles, CA · First row of shelving and boxes done, now onto next shelf and around 50- 60 boxes of books, gonna be sore tomorrow
The next couple of days would consist of me of me "tetrising", a set-dressing term for strategically packing a truck.
I wasn't sure if it was all going to fit or if I'd end up having lots of extra cargo room.
I also would have to deal with the detritus of the rat invasion that happened a couple of years ago. That was some nasty and gross stuff.
I somehow managed to move almost all of it by myself.
The one piece that I had been concerned about moving was our gigantic 10' x 4' teak table which was standing and strapped to a wall in the far rear of the unit. Luckily my good buddy, Charles Randolph,whose house I had just stayed at the night before, happened to show up at the storage site, picking stuff up for the show he was working on. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. I had emptied and then packed onto the truck enough stuff to get to the table and I was in place in the packing of the truck where I could load the table.
And just like that the table found it's way onto the truck, getting ready to find a home in Atlanta.
I tried to limit my social engagements because I knew how much work the load-in was going to take and how pressed for time I would be once I hit the road. I had originally planed on leaving Thursday night after the Set Decorator Society General Membership Meeting, which would have been a blast, but I couldn't afford the extra hours and energy it would have required.
I did manage to see and hang out with 3 different friends, 2 of whom were part of my early, early Venice days back in the late '80's and early '90's. Seeing them was amazing and helped buoy my spirits along.
Packing and moving is always tough. Doing it by oneself with as much stuff as we'd acquired and from a place where I've resided since I was 3 is even tougher.
But I did manage to fit it all in and still have room for two pallets of stuff that was going back to GA Prop Source, a new prop-house back in Atlanta.
And hit the road several hours before I had planned on leaving.
Some very random parting shots....