Is it just me or does this seem like the trip that will never start? I'm having a good time just hanging out with nothing to do, but it'll get old soon and I'm anxious to get started. I am, of course, kinda nervous about the whole thing, but I wanna at least get going. And by the way... how'd it get to be December?

So I'm here at my Dad's (the excellent view from his house is pictured) for another couple of days. I've booked my trip on the Mexico ferry for two weeks from Tuesday and (I think) reserved a bed at a Cancun hostel for the first few nights before Mom gets there. $10 a night. We'll see.

"I may blow my whole budget on gas."
Tuesday I'm off on a week-or-so road trip through the mid-atlantic. Tuesday I'm heading down to Charlotte to see Molly, who used to work with me in Cincinnati. Then Wednesday up to D.C. to see a friend I went to high school with (he doesn't know this yet, so that's a little iffy.) Some college friends also in D.C. for a couple of days... then through Altoona on my way to Pittsburgh. After a day or two there, on to Mom's back in Virginia by way of Cincinnati. I may blow my whole budget on gas.

"I decided that would be like hard and stuff."
I've been finishing up my resume website. I likely won't need it for a while, but I want to have it done when I get back. I originally had these plans for a quite impressive Flash-based site. I decided that would be like hard and stuff... and have ended up just posting the Photoshop comps I did to get an idea of what it would look like. It's cool enough, I guess. The launch page still needs serious work. I hope to have all that done tomorrow.

OK... here's kind of a weird thing. There's a big change coming up in your life. For me it's usually moving to a new city and new job. But I suppose most big changes are like this. It doesn't hit you that it's coming till it's already happened... and then you all of a sudden can't really remember what it was like before that change. In the space of a couple of days I went from feeling like I was never really leaving Cincinnati... to hardly being able to remember what it felt like working there. Not that I forgot the experience, but it's hard to remember what that feeling was like being there. Maybe it's just me.