july 4, 2005
Ack, so the moving stress is real. Afterall, how many more days do I have… 4? 5? Any minute now, this “in the zone” mentality is going to hit me and I’ll be doing the last of my packing in a furious, possessed state. I have to go through the crap in the bathroom, go through my files, start packing clothes… once I enter that state, I’ll probably have this cyborg-like stare until my U-Haul truck is safely across the border, my mounds of stuff carried into my new home one by one. Once all that is done… I’ll probably crash out, crack open a beer, and enjoy it on my new front porch.
I know I’m going to love it there… but so damned tedious and complicated getting myself (and all my stuff) there.
Anyway, next time you hear from me, it’ll probably be from Ohio. Everyone, take care.
