1. I've moved 1000 miles with only what I could bring in the car.

2. I brought too many pictures and too many books.

3. I've become a shitty friend. I don't have time to e-mail people or make phone calls. I don't get back to people. 

4. This is the first time I've checked my blog or any of the blogs I normally read in about 3 months.

5. I am 99% certain that I made a very poor choice.

6. It is beautiful here, but I rarely get a chance to go out and SEE that beauty.

7. I HATE my apartment.

8. My social life here is awful and yet I am never alone, which is the worst paradox. I would feel less lonely if I were alone more.

9. I miss the girls so much MORE than I thought I would. I'm amazed that this is possible.

10.  I'm hoping that this leads to better things.

Bonus: I give myself a 60% chance of making it though the year. I have fantasies about packing up and moving into my parent's house. Seriously? Seriously.

 Thursday is my last day in Columbus. I'm really just driving down for the day to see the girls. I'd like it to be a NORMAL day. I don't want to cry or freak out or be sad. I'm trying not to think about it.

I'll be back for Friday and Saturady. Then I'm off to seek my fortunes in the East. 

I love the phrase " to seek my fortunes" or any variation of it really. 

(I realize that several blog followers like the oxford comma - sorry I almost cried with joy when I realized that I don't HAVE to use it)

I'm alternately very "in the now", freaked out that I'm totally not ready and sad to be leaving so many loved ones behind. I'm not going to get to see half the people I want to. I'm not going to get enough done. 

About every 10 minutes I have to ask myself what kind of crazy person willingly gives up so much? This may be the dumbest thing I'll ever do.

 Dear Readers, you will have to forgive me. It has been a crazy month. I hardly know where to start. The first week I was out of town. Then  I came back to town and immediately left again for the MOST BIZZARE job interview ever. 

 1.On Tuesday I flew from Columbus to Baltimore, where I took the train to DC. On Wednesday I took the train from DC to NYC. Then on Thursday I took the train from NYC to up state, where I was picked up and taken to Berkshire County, Mass. It was a whirlwind. And I had two kids in tow but it was a very nice time. 

2. I got to see Beth and Steve, two of the best friends a girl could ever have. It was amazing to see them both. I miss them awfully. 

3. I have what seems to be a VERY promising job interview on Monday. 

4. I fly back to Columbus on Sunday (thanks in advance for picking me up Brian). And then am driving to my parents.

5. On Monday morning I'm driving to points east, interviewing and then driving back home (to Columbus) - FUN!

6. Then Friday I am heading to my parents, where I will be until the following Thursday (this is tentative and depends on several factors, but likely will be the case).

7. Raise you hand if you can see me living in West Virginia?

8. I have so much more to say, but not in list form. 

9. It is time to see. 

10. Good night, much love.

 This IS like the worst break-up ever, because I can see that we're going to have to break-up and get back together a few times, before it sticks.

My landlord and I have had a misunderstanding so I'll be stay in my apartment for another month (sort of).  When I get organized and and cleaned up it is going to be a weird experiment in minimal living. I suspect that I'll dig it. 

Have you seen the video for "The End of The World as We Know It"? That is sort of what it looks like around here. The only furniture left is my matteress, a TV stand and a broken end table. Things aren't even in piles any more. 

In other news my Dad is sort of giving me updates on his health in drips and drabs. We were moving my stuff out and one of the tubes connected to his kidneys began leaking, which freaked me out. That was when he told me that there is a pretty good chance they're going to TAKE OUT ONE OF HIS KIDNEYS. The one that is left only functions at about 80%. This isn't as bad as it seems - but it is my Dad. It freaks me out more than I can say. Also, it seems that the raging infection he developed back in March has never fully gone away. 

So I'm back "home'. I'll be here for a little longer than planned. Other than that - I have no plan or at least no plan, which is formed enough for me to think it is real. And while I was super stressed about getting moved - I am now super SUPER stressed about paying for July's rent.