I flew from Atlanta to San Francisco on Tuesday. It was a long flight, but on the way over we crossed right over the Grand Canyon, so I got an amazing view.
When I arrived, my cousin Mary picked me up at the airport. We had not seen each other in 12 years, but we get along really well. I am really grateful that she is letting me stay at her place for a few days until I find something more permanent. I have started the apartment search, but right now I am pondering between getting my own place and paying a lot of money or getting a roommate and paying... well, still a lot of money, but less.