Alone in a quiet room. How did you get here?

I certainly did not get here by accident. Its not as if you could incorrectly read a map and end up driving to the opposite side of the United States. However, if you had one too many, at a bar in an airport, I could see how someone could try and board the wrong flight. I doubt you'd make it on the plane, but cheers for trying.

No, I got here very much on purpose. I fell in love with the idea of moving to San Francisco in the summer of 2009. I had finished my fourth semester at EMCC and had applied to several four year colleges. I had gotten accepted to a few universities in New England, some of which my family thought were already too far away; but I thought they were not far enough. So I began a search for a new place to call home. A place without snow, with a lot of good schools, and in an urban setting. San Francisco and its surrounding cities, called the Bay Area, seemed like a perfect fit.
After a year of scrupulous planning (which doesn't seem like a long time because it's not) and saving my hard earned waitressing money, I packed all of my prized possessions and essentials into my 2006 Chevrolet Aveo; and headed west.
My boyfriend, who accompanied me in this journey, and I headed out in late August. I easily put 3,500 plus miles on that poor little hatchback and traveling through the country with a packed car was no easy feat. We took a route that directed us primarily north west and we made it about six days, with three days of resting in Las Vegas. 

Now I have made this place my home. After traveling by car, New England seems so far away, but it's only a 6 hour flight!