Chapter 9Now: Koa
Moving is easy when you don’t have a lot of s**t. It’s even easier when half your s**t stays in the place you’re leaving.
My building had a waiting list, and a guy I knew was right at the top. Julio was a massage therapist. My neighbor Jian brought him along to a climb one time in Malibu and we’d met a bunch of times since, when sub-sets of our friend group got together for something out at the beach. When I gave notice to my landlord, I made sure Jian called Julio, because for all I knew he’d found some other place he liked better and just never took himself off this list. But he hadn’t, so he was all over it. Jian put him in touch with me after I said I had some furniture I didn’t really need. He texted first, and then we spoke on the phone. “Julio, how’s it going?”
