Man in a Suitcase
It’s almost cliché how the “college years” are the best years of your life, and the lengths people are willing to go to just for a bit of nostalgia can be pretty ridiculous. I currently am ridiculous. As of this afternoon, I will have moved for the third time in eight months. This is one college years-type experience I can do without. There is no nostalgia, only Zoul.
In all seriousness, I’m really excited about moving into the new place. I’m just not sure if it is because I’m getting out of the dinky place I’m in currently, if it’s because the new apartment is quite nice, or if it is because I know that moving means Jenniffer is coming soon. Perhaps it’s a combination of all three. Regardless, I am excited, and I hope some of you will have the chance to visit us there.
It will be roughly three to four weeks before I have an internet connection established, so this will be my last post for a little while. I will try to hop into an internet café every once in a while to catch up on some e-mail, but those places are expensive, so it will probably happen only a few times a week. Do no fear, though, Jenniffer will be posting between now and when she joins me.
Now I need to remove all signs of my existence from this room so I can get into the city and buy a mobile phone. Over and out!
As I type: Listening to The Dandy Warhols “Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia”
*please not that while it may have sounded like I was complaining, my move of a few suitcases worth of stuff pales in comparison to what Jenniffer has to do. She has been responsible for getting a new storage unit, packing up the entire apartment in Minneapolis, and hiring movers. She rocks!