Moving to San Francisco today. Thought you might need an early morning bombshell dropped on you.
I'm getting on the plane at 3 PM. No, I'm not all done packing yet. I am attempting to bring just about nothing beyond my laptops, CDs, and clothes though. Aiming for zero book content. Don't get me wrong, I love books. Oh boy do I love books. Just ask anyone I've lived with. Therein lies the problem. Books suck when you're moving.
Also, this is a highly variable move. I'm going out to the West Coast to take a job with a friends, helping them out with their startup, but I'm still job hunting at the same time, with the intent of getting something solid, and I continue to work on other "things" apace. I may be in the area for a while, forever, not long at all, or anywhere along the spectrum of where those options lie. Which means I may move again soon, and moving lots of stuff now would be bad. Plus, a friend is graciously letting me co-occupy his space for a while, and the last thing I need to do is import Yet More Crap into someone else's living area.
I am totally and uneqivocally happy to be doing something work-wise. This rocks. I'm hoping the subsequent lack of quite so much anxiety will allow me to work more on projects that I haven't been able to focus on for a while.
No, I still don't know when I'll officially "settle down" and start to "have a life", but if I knew, that would be awfully boring, wouldn't it?