I have spent a great deal of time in the last week or so packing my worldly possessions in anticipation for the big cross-country move. Today shall (hopefully) be my final day of putting things into boxes, as tomorrow I acquire the truck and stuff it full.
(Well, actually, I had to get a larger than I wanted in order to be able to tow my car, so I will likely have room to spare. That's good, because I'm not very good at packing.)
Some reflections on moving: I hate it. There's nothing good to be said about it. And that is all.
I'm sad to be leaving my friends here, but damn am I glad to be out of Vermont and headed back for civilization. At long last, I'm going to be moving to the Washingtonian metropole and out of the periphery. Soon, I will enjoy the best a city has to offer--like businesses that are open later than 10, and on Sundays, music venues that host actual bands and not just Phish and other hippy shit, and good food from varied ethnic traditions.
Somewhere in there, I hope to find gainful employment. That'd be nice, too.
So Vermont, it's been swell. As much as I bitch about you, I did on the whole enjoy my time here. But it's time for us to part ways. I bid you a fond-ish adieu.
