The next seven days
I doubt anyone familiar with my current situation and plans will be surprised to learn that this week has been dragging on forever. Just two more days of work, though, and then I'm certain that, in order to make up for this slow-ass week, time will speed up to an absurd velocity, and before I know it I'll be sitting in a leasing office and one of the cute blonde girls who works there will be handing me my keys.
I've actually got quite a bit to accomplish between now and then. Saturday I'm driving to the ocean, to see the California coast one last time before I move. I also want to collect some shells. I may even splurge on some film and take pictures. You never know. It's probably going to be annoyingly busy (Labor Day weekend and all), but because of the other stuff I have to do between now and the eighth, Saturday is beach day for Matthew.
Then, on Sunday, I'm having dinner at my aunt's house up in Colfax. Nothing happening Monday that I know of, other than me (a) packing and (b) being a lazy-ass and enjoying not being at work. Tuesday I have to get my blood drawn in the morning, then that evening my parents are taking me to my favorite Mexican restaurant for one last chimichanga. Wednesday we get the truck and load 'er up, and then Thursday we get up at the butt-crack of dawn and convoy on up to Portland. My folks will be in the truck, and I'll be in my car. We're going to leave roundabout the same time, but I'm going to push on ahead of them as so to get there well before the leasing office closes. I feel a little guilty about the fact that they have to drive the truck themselves AND drive at a slower pace than I do (given that the truck will be considerably larger and heavier than my car), but they seem happy to do it. Besides, I still have the FM transmitter for my iPod, so I'll loan them those so they can have music on the drive up. I'll have my CD player, and most of my CDs in a box on the seat next to me, although I'll probably just listen to A Clash Of Kings for most of the drive. Got to get ready for November and A Feast For Crows, after all!
Anyhow, that's the plan for the next week. At some point in there I'd like to see my friends in Sacramento and bid them farewell. Pass out a few DVD sets. A couple uplifting mix CDs, as well.
It's odd, my feelings regarding this impending move. I don't even feel as if I'm the one in control. Does that make sense? I set these events in motion ages ago, and now I'm just along for the ride. It's easier to initiate huge changes when you're doing it months in advance. I'm not making any tough decisions now, I'm just doing what the situation demands. I don't know if I'm explaining myself very well, but that's how I feel: like I'm just along for the ride.
But man, what a ride.
Yes, I think these next seven days are going to blow by. Before I know it, I'll be in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, watching the rain fall and kickin' it with the likes of superxhightech, angleburn1, cinnamon_gurl, and all the rest of you. I'll be taking photos and I'll be writing. I'll be looking for a new job, setting up my new apartment, making friends, developing crushes, exploring my new city, and having the time of my life.
Let's get this show on the road.
I've actually got quite a bit to accomplish between now and then. Saturday I'm driving to the ocean, to see the California coast one last time before I move. I also want to collect some shells. I may even splurge on some film and take pictures. You never know. It's probably going to be annoyingly busy (Labor Day weekend and all), but because of the other stuff I have to do between now and the eighth, Saturday is beach day for Matthew.
Then, on Sunday, I'm having dinner at my aunt's house up in Colfax. Nothing happening Monday that I know of, other than me (a) packing and (b) being a lazy-ass and enjoying not being at work. Tuesday I have to get my blood drawn in the morning, then that evening my parents are taking me to my favorite Mexican restaurant for one last chimichanga. Wednesday we get the truck and load 'er up, and then Thursday we get up at the butt-crack of dawn and convoy on up to Portland. My folks will be in the truck, and I'll be in my car. We're going to leave roundabout the same time, but I'm going to push on ahead of them as so to get there well before the leasing office closes. I feel a little guilty about the fact that they have to drive the truck themselves AND drive at a slower pace than I do (given that the truck will be considerably larger and heavier than my car), but they seem happy to do it. Besides, I still have the FM transmitter for my iPod, so I'll loan them those so they can have music on the drive up. I'll have my CD player, and most of my CDs in a box on the seat next to me, although I'll probably just listen to A Clash Of Kings for most of the drive. Got to get ready for November and A Feast For Crows, after all!
Anyhow, that's the plan for the next week. At some point in there I'd like to see my friends in Sacramento and bid them farewell. Pass out a few DVD sets. A couple uplifting mix CDs, as well.
It's odd, my feelings regarding this impending move. I don't even feel as if I'm the one in control. Does that make sense? I set these events in motion ages ago, and now I'm just along for the ride. It's easier to initiate huge changes when you're doing it months in advance. I'm not making any tough decisions now, I'm just doing what the situation demands. I don't know if I'm explaining myself very well, but that's how I feel: like I'm just along for the ride.
But man, what a ride.
Yes, I think these next seven days are going to blow by. Before I know it, I'll be in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, watching the rain fall and kickin' it with the likes of superxhightech, angleburn1, cinnamon_gurl, and all the rest of you. I'll be taking photos and I'll be writing. I'll be looking for a new job, setting up my new apartment, making friends, developing crushes, exploring my new city, and having the time of my life.
Let's get this show on the road.