However, I had a spare on hand and quickly replaced it.
Joxn made a queer by choice post. That made me happy.
Nothing much else is happening lately.
I've decided to limit my job search exclusively to the area of New York, in the hopes that even if I don't get hired by really cool people like Routledge I can at least hang around the area and reapply to work for them without having to move again. I really hate moving. I've only actually moved once in my life, but I really don't want to do it ever again. Since I'm in an apartment in the middle of nowhere I obviously have to do it again, but since I have to, I want to at least do a really good job of it so that afterwards I won't have to do it yet again for a long long time to come. And see, if I move anywhere other than New York I'll probably just end up wanting to move to New York again later, so I'm just going to skip that.
In my mind, this has been decided. I'm definitely moving to New York. I don't know exactly how I'm going to arrange that, but it's going to happen. Like, before 2003 arrives, with any kind of luck.
The logistics of moving everything I own over there are pretty scary, though. It cost me $2,000 to move across town into this apartment. I own twice as much stuff now and am wanting to move it 6 zillion times as far. I think I'll leave my bed and my brick & board bookshelf behind though, because they're ugly and broken and need to be gotten rid of anyway. That will narrow down the problem some. The rest could fit into a pretty small van. Except for my car. My car is ugly and ancient but it's still pretty energetic and I have no great desire to get rid of it so that means I'd have to transport it. Maybe I'll just drive to New York. Anyone around here happen to live on a convenient straight line between Sacramento and New York who'd like to let me camp out on your floor for the night on my cross-country trek at an indeterminate time in the future?
55 years ago today, in a small town just north of San Francisco, my mother was born. Tomorrow I'm going over to dinner to wish her happy birthday and say goodbye to the house I grew up in for the last time. My parents succeeded in buying the new house that they wanted, with the deer that wander through the backyard. I haven't seen it and I have no idea when I'm going to see it. I've never driven outside of Sacramento and would very likely get lost on the obscure mountain roads that lead to their new home.