Eesh. I’ve neglected this thing for nearly a week. Without getting into much detail, here’s a recap of the last six days:
My company sold to a bigger public company. Much to the good fortune of its shareholders, which all of us are.
I resigned my position as lead copywriter.
My last day of work is February 29. (We will have a happy hour. If you are Rocky Mountain High and read this blog regularly, your patronage will be appreciated.)
I’m leaving Colorado circa March 3, 4 or 5 (depending on weather and packing).
I’m hanging out in Iowa for about a week, to see friends and family.
I’m scooping up Ella (yay!) and continuing the drive east to the District.
I’m moving into my new apartment on March 15.
Beyond that, I couldn’t really tell you, except that I plan to be blissfully happy with the love of my life. And that I’m sort of expecting the job thing to just work itself out in due time.
On a smaller scale, I’ve been breaking an inordinate amount of shit. Such as the electricity for my entire bedroom.
After things wrapped up with work last week, I felt quite literally bowled over with relief, and the instant release of stress gave me a deluge of headaches, followed by a cold sore this week, which I’ve named Clyde.
But seriously, who can complain? I feel like I’m comfortably swaddled in the ebb and flow of life. I’m sure it will get a little terse as I make the transition and deal with leaving my friends behind. But even the strain seems part and parcel.
For now I’m off to bed, using my cellphone as a lone source of light.
[Jam of the Day]: Vampire Weekend, M79