Moving and I have a love hate relationship. Well, it seems to love me, but I definitely hate it! Today I move for the 23rd time in my 22 years of wandering around this country, and considering my first move was when I was 13, I’d say the ratio is a tad fatuous! On the brighter side of things though, the place I’m moving into is away from all the Olympic bullshit, AND only four blocks from Megan. My new roommate also seems like a wicked dude. We went out for a few drinks last night and seemed to get along right away, as per ‘I Love You, Man’. SO this may become the first roommateship that I might be able to stand, as he snowboards, surfs and rockclimbs…all things I like doing, and is pretty much as easy going a guy you’ll ever meet. Anyway, enough about him as it is beginning to sound as though my current homosexual roommate is getting the best of me…
As for other life paths, I’m on my way to having a solid taxed job soon enough, and highschool credit upgrades start in May. Megan and I are strong as ever, and learning how to work through life’s problems together and not against eachother. She’s becoming the woman of my dreams more and more each day, and I’m in love with watching her grow.
Now, back to packing, which I never like doing more than 6 hours in advance of my move. *sigh*
