On Monday we made the move from Moorpark to Long Beach. Overall, the move was successful, only losing a couple lamps (to breakage) during the process. It’s okay, I didn’t really care for those lamps.
The next day, the drive to the office took just 10 minutes door to door. That’s down to our average of 1.75 hours on a normal Tuesday morning. Yes, the move was worth it.
I got home, after a long day at work, on Wednesday to discover our two bicycles missing from the bike rack, located in the locked underground garage. It looks like thieves used a crowbar to break in one of the pedestrian gates, to the garage, and made off with a few other bikes as well.
Two days in and this was our welcome. It did shake us a little bit but, it could happen anywhere. Speaking to the police officer, while filing the report, I learned that while we’re not in the best of neighborhoods, we’re definitely not in the worst. Just comes with the territory. It’s definitely not the clean suburb of Moorpark.
It’ll take some getting used to but we’ve been there before. while dating, Michelle’s apartment in Venice was in a mediocre neighborhood but it didn’t bother us. I think we just got so spoiled living away from the city.