who the hell is this person?

so in the hubbub of the past week, i've totally been gathering all these thoughts to publish about the new move. also in the hubbub, i can't remember a damn one of them. short version? we're moving and i'm excited/barfy/freaky today. insert emotion here, i've been going through it! i mean this in the best possible way, even though it took some "you're being a crazy person" therapy to get centered. or off-centered. or off-kilter and spazzy. whichever it is.

we had dinner with bonnie and kelly! it took about 30 seconds after meeting them in person to calm down and not think they would hate me. we chatted an laughed all through dinner in a manner that could only be known as incessant, and then just kept on yammering the whole way down the street. how fun is that? it was a welcome relief after an entire day of go go go find a place to live and get your shit together marathon running. whew.

during my trip, it has occurred to me that some parts of me have remained untouched in suckifornia, like wondering what those people in the hills do in the wintertime. on the flip side, i've acquired a few odd habits that i can't wait to shed when we leave there. things like:
1. buying organic celery
2. using the super duper oil of olay all over and going through it in record time. holly might approve of this on the no-frownies front, but it's really because i'm all ashy from the skank and so i need face cream on my elbows.
3. being extremely indecisive.
4. using - no, NEEDING - my paper shredding time to keep from flipping out. road rage and people rage and work rage all add up to a fucking lot of rage. if you're an angry person, get yourself a massive shredder.
5. having entire days where i don't leave the house. not because i'm loafing, but because i can't think of a good reason to go anywhere and deal with people.
6. asking what kind of water they serve when dining out.

there are other things, too, but you get the idea. it's the little ways that make me feel the most disturbed; good thing i still ponder about hills in winter and give people an honest opinion when they ask for it. (oh yeah, you can just imagine how popular that forthright thing makes me.) sometimes it's difficult to tell if you've changed because time has passed or because you're stuck in a living purgatory, but i think i'll come out of this as my more familiar self. maybe i'll be just a bit more jaded and drive aggresively, but i'll still smile at strangers on the street.

shit, it's just great not to feel like crap when i wake up in the morning. then there's that whole jacket weather thing. i think i'm gonna like it here.