I am so tired that I cannot move. Literally, I am typing this laying flat on my back, my lap top on my stomach, and the exertion needed to move my fingers is somewhere on par with pushing a heavy boulder uphill.
I have just completed a most unrelaxing Memorial Day weekend. I packed up my life and put it in storage. I moved into my apartment almost seven years ago (a ridiculous amount of time in one place for someone in their twenties) with two bags of clothes and that was all. And well…I have acquired much since then. My two bags seemed to the have been spit out of the Mysterious Multiplying Jar and seven years later I have many many more bags. But the master packer has crammed most everything into boxes and lugged them all to storage.
Now, I feel like I’m in one of those movie shots designed to show how lonely or depressed a person is - the camera pans away and a person is sitting in the middle of an empty room in a lone chair watching the only other thing in the room, a TV. Except in my in shot, I’m laying on the floor staring at a screen two feet in front of me that is balanced on my stomach. The room is totally bare, but the floor is strewn with random and strange things I don’t even remember buying and don’t know what to do with. And far from depressed, I’m celebrating, jumping up and down…or would be if I wasn’t so darn tired.
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thought i'd be the first to comments (yipee - first at something). i hope you keep up the blog while yer on the road. just one week of couch surfing and yer off, yes? enjoy the last week in boston!
You are well on the way to a great adventure and we look forward to tagging along through the blog! Good Luck D!
I like your car. If you get lost on your way, try and find Montana. You are welcome anytime. Have fun.
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