My bags are packed...

Actually, everything is packed, but I don't leave on the jet plane until tomorrow morning. Early tomorrow morning, at least by my current standards. 7:50 isn't really that early for a flight to the East Coast, but recently I've been sleeping until 9:00 or so. Or at least trying to. Trying to get any sleep actually, but more about that later.

Wednesday I got my couch out of storage. A bit of an adventure, but nothing too crazy. My couch wouldn't fit into my apartment because it was too big. So, I've had it in storage. Then it spent Wednesday night in my parking spot, while my car had to spend the night outside. What a terrible burden for my car.

Yesterday morning, bright and early, the movers showed up to take my stuff, and the tow truck driver came to take my car. What a fun day. It took the movers all day to pack my stuff and load it on the truck. And since the tow truck driver came so early, I was stranded at my apartment all day. Then the packers stayed all afternoon, and didn't get done until about 7:30. By that time the rental car company where I was going to pick up a car for yesterday and today was already closed, so I had a friend drive me to the airport to get a car there.

I got the car, grabbed some food really quickly and headed to Karaoke. It was a good time, even if it was so crowded I only got in three songs. But I got to sing Wonderboy, which became my trademark song, and the Piano Man which everything always loves to sing along with. I also got to say goodbye to a last bunch of people.

It's odd, with all of the goodbyes I've been saying, I feel more popular than I thought I was...

Now, if only I can get some sleep. I haven't been sleeping well for a while now, and the past week or two has been terrible. A couple of times I was still awake well after 3am, and couldn't manage to sleep until 9. And now I'm going to be losing three hours with the cross country travel. Actually, since my sleep is dominated by the sun more than the clock, I'm losing even more than that because of how far west I currently am, and how far east I'm going to be.

I don't know if this quite counts as trivia, since I'm being a bit arbitrary about it, but moving from the Bay Area, Boston is the furthest major US city I could be moving to. Further than Miami, further than Alaska or Hawaii. Sure there are plenty of places in the US that are further, but not big cities.

Blah blah blah. This is turning more bloggy than mere travel updates. So for those just looking for info, I apologize. Although this will evolve into a blog (if I keep writing) in the coming weeks and months.