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The Great Migration

Can it really be considered a migration if I stay in the same city? Even though I didn’t have to move very far, I feel like I have moved cross-country. The entire “moving in” process has taken longer than expected, mostly because I have to do everything by myself. I had assumed it would only take me until the end of the month, yet here I am posting an update about how I am still not done.

One of the main issues I have dealt with is painting. Several of the rooms had colours that disagreed with me and I had to decide what colours I wanted to take their place. I am painting one of the rooms, which was originally mustard, a light shade of blue called “Blue Fox.” The colour is pretty easy to match and it is fairly neutral. Another room is being redone in “Herbal Garden” which is a mossy green. While painting the “Herbal Garden” my cousin declared, “It sounds like a strain of marijuana.” Now, every time I walk into this room I’m going to think of her delightful statement.

I also purchased some wall patterns from Blik, though I have yet to decide if I am actually going to apply them anywhere. I had originally purchased the patterns because I assumed I would be living in a different location. When my current home came back onto the market, however, I jumped on the chance to make it my own. The patterns are amazing and I would be more than happy to put them up, but I’m not sure if my current decor would appreciate such unusual wall art.

Everyone keeps telling me that it will just take time and that I shouldn’t rush the move in process, but I run a tight ship. I have always tried to keep things on schedule and it is difficult for me to see disarray, especially when I’m living in it.

I promise that as soon as I have the house the way I want it, I will post an update complete with pictures! Until then you will just have to imagine “I want the moments in my life to follow each other and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.” (Yes, Sartre) in GIANT LETTERS, somewhere in my house.

Post Moving Apocalypse

While I was trying to fall asleep last night, my mind kept going back to the fact that I start work again on Monday. This wouldn’t be so terrible if I had the majority of the house set up, but doing this all by myself has been a trying experience. When I moved from NYC to KC, I took only what was necessary since I was keeping my NYC apartment. Moving from KC to LA was fairly easy, as I was moving first into a small house and it didn’t allow for much “stuff.” However, moving just a few blocks away has been a nightmare.

To start with, the holiday weekend meant that the streets were packed with drunk college kids and out-of-towners. Navigating as you got closer to the beach was pretty terrible and it stressed me out even more. Once we got to the house, the movers were quick to get everything inside, as I’m sure they also wanted to start their 4th of July celebration early too. Not all of the furniture was delivered on Friday, so I had scheduled the movers to come over three days (July 1, July 2 and July 5) so that way they would be around to help me move furniture from room to room. I also had a delivery scheduled for the 8th, but the 3 men who delivered the chairs were more than happy to move them around for me. Since the days were spread out, I had to try to set-up as much as I could over the holiday weekend. I did take some time out to see friends, but got right back to organizing boxes.

Unpacked boxes

So much time spent opening boxes

The problem I have with unpacking is that I feel the need to sort through everything as I take it out of the box. I have been going through my books, deciding which get the privilege of residing on my shelves and which ones will take a trip to the Hermosa Beach Public Library. I have yet to even tackle my clothes which are still hanging in the boxes. I have turned one of the bedrooms into a closet, thanks to custom cabinetry. This means I have to go through my clothes and will probably donate some of it*, but I have to sort through it first. This whole process is going to take forever and with work on Monday, I don’t see how I will ever get any of this done.

The only rooms that are completely done are the master bedroom, the master bathroom and the kitchen. I knew that I had to have some sort of sanctuary in the house and I figured my bedroom was the best place to start. My cat has been staying in the bedroom as well, since she appears to be terrified of the new house. I have yet to bring the dog into the house and my old neighbors are still taking care of him. They told me that they would watch him for as long as I needed. I knew that bringing Jasper into the house would be a disaster, since he loves to chew up cardboard boxes.

I know that moving in takes time, but with my schedule it is difficult to see the “light at the end of the tunnel,” or in my case the bottom of the empty moving box. I can only hope that I get as much done as possible in the next two days and that I’m not in the OR for the majority of next week.

*Any suggestions on where to donate clothing in LA?

It’s been a long time

After a long weekend of moving in the madhouse that was Hermosa Beach during the 4th, I am finally able to start setting the house up properly. The last of the major pieces of furniture were delivered today, all of my art has been hung and I have all the boxes unpacked.
It has been an exciting move, but it definitely sapped my energy. To be completely honest, all I really want to do is curl up in bed and sleep for a few days. The first room I set up was my master bedroom. The bed is new, the sheets are new and the room is completely unfamiliar. When I was falling asleep last night, I couldn’t help but feel like I was in a hotel room somewhere.

Clean bedroom

Your bedroom should be a place of peace and serenity

I have yet to feel completely comfortable in this house and I hate the elevator so very much. I keep thinking I should just have it removed, but I don’t really know anything about that entire process.
I am going to end this post early, I’m tired. I will write a meaningful post later. Bed calls.

Update: Detox

It has been almost one week since I stopped following the 21 day detox diet and I have to say that the cleanse was well worth it. Following the detox, I felt rejuvenated, balanced and less stressed. I feel like I decided to do it at the perfect time. With the “big move” imminent, work has been very stressful as I try to tie up any loose ends. The stress of the move itself was causing me to have migraines on a regular frequency and I just was not feeling all that centered. By diving into the detox the first half of the month, I was able to balance myself before the move and not have to worry about trying to follow the detox while I was transitioning from one house to the other. This round of detox was definitely my most successful, as I only veered off-track a total of two times.

So what were some of the positives and negatives of the 21 Day Detox?

– I lost 4 lbs and the dress that sparked this entire process now fits perfectly
– Not a single migraine the entire 21 days
– My stress level dropped drastically, I felt more relaxed (this occurred the last week of detox)
– It forced me to prepare food every day, no prepackaged foods from Locali
– I wasn’t nearly as tired throughout the day when I had a glass of goop in the middle of the day
– I was able to put my juicer to good use and I learned quite a few juice recipes
– It made me more conscious of what I was putting into my body

– I lost 4 lbs (even though I’m not suppose to lose anymore weight)
– The first week of the cleanse I was moody and emotional, I snapped at my assistant and friends several times
– There were some days where I really did not want to cook my own meals, but I did not have a choice
– The first week I had some serious caffeine withdrawals and wanted to suck down every cup of coffee/tea I saw
– Cooking/baking anything that deviated from the diet was excruciatingly painful
– I had to turn down several invitations to dinner with friends

By the end of the diet I was feeling pretty good. I had shaved a few seconds off my mile time, was able to wake up quickly and making decisions seemed to happen much quicker. I was able to get more done, even my PA noticed and complimented me, and focusing on work was easier.

The detox diet showed me that what I had been putting into my body, even though I had assumed it was good for me, was ultimately causing my body to function incorrectly. I felt like the diet really did cleanse my body and helped it regain a sense of balance. My body feels like it is finally functioning properly and that feels fantastic!


Journaling. A practice I took away from the detox diet

I have taken away quite a bit from the detox, aspects of the diet that I will try to practice on a daily basis. The journal they I kept during this entire process is still on my nightstand and I plan to continue using it focus my thoughts in the evenings/mornings. I have begun to practice meditation on a daily basis and have even set aside an area of the new house specifically for meditation. Since the detox, I have not had any caffeine and I am hoping that I will be able to stay that way for the foreseeable future.

I also cleaned out my refrigerator, not only in preparation for the move, but also to force me to eat fresh everyday. This means that I will be visiting the grocery store more and really paying attention to what goes into my basket.

I feel like the diet was an excellent way for me to regain control of my life and myself. As a physician, I have often placed detox diets and cleanses in the category of pseudoscience. After trying this detox, however, I can honestly say that I feel like this detox plan actually worked. It could be the placebo effect, but I don’t really care due, in large part, to how I feel.

So, will I do this detox diet again? Absolutely. Would I recommend this cleanse to others? Yes, with the correct medical supervision. Will this “cure you of all that ails you?” Absolutely not, but it will help you focus on what is important. Yourself.

June does not need to be abbreviated.

I have seen “Jun 1, 2011” everywhere today and even though I know it is the proper abbreviation for June, it seems so wrong. Why can’t we just write out “June”? Jun feels like some sort of illiterate lolspeak or part of a thirteen year old’s text message to her best friend, “OMG, Jun iz my fav month, yo!”

On another note, I have purchased enough furniture to outfit my new master bedroom! That means I only have 5-6 more rooms to go and since the house has that ridiculous elevator, I have to figure out some way to utilize that. Why would anyone put an elevator in a 3 story house? It makes me feel lazy just thinking about it. I have yet to find the appropriate couch for the “great room,” which I am considering calling the “incredible room.” Every single couch I have looked at seems to have some glaring flaw (mostly that I don’t like them) and I’m becoming frustrated with my search. I haven’t lived in Los Angeles long enough to know where to go for custom furniture and I don’t have the time to really meet with designers to figure out what I want. Dilemma.

Monday was also the first day of my cleanse. I have been trying to stay away from this massive plate of cookies I baked for my cousin. I wish she would just come and pick them up so that the temptation would be out of the house. After going to Von’s, Whole Food’s and Oliovera I feel ready to begin what my body will ultimately decide is me punishing it for not properly fitting into an Alberta Ferretti dress a few weeks ago. I say this even though I wore the dress anyway. The slight bit of snugness around my middle caused me to panic and I immediately searched my computer for the detox rules.

Work was incredibly hectic today and I relished the 15 minutes I had to myself in my office. After P came back with my lunch I locked out the world and tried to focus on enjoying what little break I was given. It was definitely one of those days when I wondered why I decided not to pursue my passion and instead chose to appease everyone else. These days it seems like I have begun to question not only my commitment to the hospital, but also my commitment to medicine. Why did I spend so many years pouring over texts in medical school, only to be dissatisfied with the end result?

Finally, I am considering purchasing an eReader. I have been told to buy a Kindle, a Nook and an iPad which has left me all the more confused. I have ruled out the Kindle (I think) and it seems to be down to a Nook Color, a ‘Next Gen’ Nook or an iPad. I can not see myself using all of the features of an iPad and keep leaning towards the Nook Color, but I wonder if I wouldn’t use the iPad more once I discovered how useful it really is. This all came about after I finished A Game of Thrones and did not have A Clash of Kings on hand to read afterward. I have been forced to wait by the Hermosa Beach Public Library and so I am currently reading Embassytown and The Tragedy of Arthur, though they both seem to be fairly interesting.