Doting…Ever So

My impending move to Florida is hanging over my head with a crazy intensity. I can’t wait. I’ve been through highs and lows – moments where I wondered if I am about to make the biggest mistake of my life and moments where I can’t contain myself. Moments where I look at my paycheck and think, “What moron walks away from this?” And moments where I remember sitting on that beach in Clearwater and saying confidentyly “I am moving to Florida!”

So the day is now just under two weeks away, and here I am going through clothing to donate to the Salvation Army. It’s weird, because many of the clothes that are worn out to the point of unwearability are clothes I really am attached to. Old Phish shirts, KA shirts, shirts I loved when I got that are too dirty to be rags, a series of yellow-arm-pitted unltra-shrunken tees worth of nose-blowing at best. And it rings of “moving on.”

This isn’t just changing jobs – this is changing lives. Freshly LASIK’ed, I am truly closing the book on a chapter of my life and starting a new one.

Now I have to go, because some numbnuts just hacked the admin page and granted archives access to about 50 people. Dammit.