ABQ

Internet, did I ever tell you about the time last week when I decided to move to Albuquerque? No?

Well.

I found myself with a week and a couple days left until I had to start working in New Mexico. So I hastened to start packing, shredded about a billion years' worth of paperwork (and about three billion pounds of useless crap), and tore through 800 miles of the American southwest, parents, luggage, and two cars in tow.

It's been a whirlwind these past few days. It's currently 10:30 in Albuquerque. I've been awake for just about twenty-two hours. I don't know when I'll feel human again.

Maybe because of the hastiness of this decision, I feel no dread or worry about this. It's a couple states away from home. A quick plane ride back. A road trip that can be done in a day. Not a huge deal, after all.

Maybe the panic will come after all my stuff is unpacked. I have yet to see.

I apologize for the blogging scarcity this year; I will improve, with copious updates about this city, I am sure.

Time for bed. Fourteen hours in the car, more fried food than I care to admit to, and a large glass of wine are taking their toll on me.

Goooooood night!