almost there

Thanks to a recent drop-in by el Jeano and la Darren (ha! WRONG GENDERS!), most of my stuff is now boxed and stacked on a blanket in the garage. The B is pretty close to packed, too, and I have successfully recovered from my week of shenanigans and rehydrated, and the truck is reserved, and yeah. We're almost done.

Friday night was the first time I felt ready, really ready, to go. I spent the night hanging out on Chad's couch, reading a tapas cookbook and waiting for him to return from dinner, and it occurred to me that I am... done. I am done with school, for the first time ever, and I do not have anything I have to do for the rest of my life. Sounds odd, I know. This whole summer, Cliff has told me how exciting this period of my life is, how free, and how potential-laden, and Friday was the first time I could really view this move as that, and not just as a hassle, or something sad. Because I am pretty lucky, really: I am moving to a dynamite city, one exploding with lakes and curry and Leine's and poetry - and I am moving with no debt - and I am moving with a little dog - and I am moving with a thousand wonderful, slightly blurry memories - and, most importantly, I am moving with a guy who makes my heart happy.

This could be a good year.