This is it; I have moved half my stuff and put money down on a studio apt in Oaktown. You might wonder why I would voluntarily leave paradise to move to purgatory, and if you were to ask me I would tell you that it all has to do with jobs and the fact that it is hard to get one when you live in the absolute middle of nowhere. At least one that won't land me in jail.
So off I go. I can't wait to try out my freshly-honed curmudgeonly troll skills on the unsuspecting populace of the East Bay, ha ha! I will be heading down the hill with one more load of crap, and then it's all about the fulltime jobhunt thing until someone dares to employ me.
I left 13 Springs last week in the middle of a snowstorm, very unusual in my neck of the woods. Since I grew up in California and have no experience with actually living in snow, I found it utterly charming and beautiful. Magical, even. I don't really beleive in omens so I am not going to wonder if the enchanted setting for my farewell is a sample of things to come or a last huzzah, a grand finale for the last act of this part of my life. Besides, I am already beginning to sound overbearingly pompous (something inextricably tied to the analysis of omens and portents).
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