There's no escape...
It's all comming crashing home now. Two weeks. A little over two weeks and I'll be gone from Idaho for good. But that's not what I'm thinking about. True to my own nature, I'm not excited or worried or anything--that won't set in until after the journey is already over (yeah, I'm weird, I know). Righ tnow I'm just hitting the "I have two weeks to turn this mess into an empty shell with everything neatly packed and labeled, finish all the outstanding projects that HAVE to be finished before I move, and say goodby to everyone I know." If all this is news to you, sorry I din tell you sooner. I'm moving to Alaska. For permanents, this time. At least, that's the plan. Everyone expects me to come crawling back, even me, a little bit, I guess, but I'll give it my best shot. It is the most beautiful land I've ever seen, and the only one I've ever felt like I could stand to spend the rest of my life in.