Another conversation wraps around my fingers. Sniffles escape my pink nose, lips tingly from peppermint lip balm and curved up in a sleep, satisfied smile.
I'm refreshed and ready for another week of HG monotony. It's tolerable and the end is in sight: five weeks, I believe. No, six. 240 hours doing mindless website work. I'm ready...for Oregon. It's been on the brain all day, uprooting and running around in a heavenly city, in a green state filled with mossy trees, cold water and big mountains.
It's time to start doctoring up my resume, dive into the Writer's Market to discover what media options I'll have out there and what the media market is like. Time to start finding a more permanent home for my bed, some of my clothes, what and when I'm moving, and where I'm putting the rest of it. The financing part seems to be working alright, and friends have more confidence than I in my job prospects in the city. CITY. Bigger than Knoxville, awesome transportation. I can shed the SUVy, though the Exploder has been good to me, I'll be happy in a monogamous relationships with Ellie. Gas may be cheap, but nothin's cheaper than a $10 bottle of lube and a little time and attention and a pump. Oooh, something else I need to bring or keep with Wendy...
Now I'm just letting thoughts flow in preperation of late January, that chilly time I chose to fling me and a few bags' worth of stuff nearly 2,500 miles away.
Melanie, Shane, Amy and I are going to see the Avett Brothers on Friday! It's the second highlight of my week, after the election of course. God it's going to be a deliciously exciting Tuesday. Filled with $2 pints, I'm sure, and a forseeable bright future.
Broke and happy. In love and smiling, well-rested and healthy, a hiker and a biker, and a goddamned hard worker.
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