2012 is nearly a third over.
Isn’t that just crazy pants Magee?! And they’ve been four of the most insane months of my entire life to boot.
When I moved out of my apartment (and life) with Ben, and into my new place last December, I had absolutely no idea where I’d be right now, or what would be on the horizon. I assumed a lot of change was coming, but I never could have imagined all of this.
Last weekend, I flew out to San Francisco to meet my new team at Adobe (who I am already madly in love with), and find a place to live (success!) We also found an awesome new roomie to take over my apartment here, in the best house in DC , and stumbling distance from the best bar to boot.
A friend hooked me up with an incredible moving company who’s schlepping my few belongings (bed, clothes, TV… yup, that’s it) across the country for a more than fair price, and their customer service warrants about eleventy stars on Yelp.
I have an appointment with a wonderful vet referral on Monday to make sure Girl Cat and I get to California safely, when we fly cross-country on Southwest next Saturday.
[FYI, these are NOT paid links. Just honest thanks for their help and general being-awesome-ness.]
And tomorrow, I pack (read: throw away/donate 90% of what I own).
But tonight, friends, tonight… WE CELEBRATE.
We celebrate what’s been the best five years of my life, in what will always be one of my favorite places on earth, full of countless people I love, respect, and have thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of drinking with for half a decade.
I know that the fact that it’s this hard to leave is a good thing – if it doesn’t hurt, then it didn’t mean anything, you know?
And just in case anyone doubts how much I truly love this city (and how hard I plan to rep you all on the west coast…)
If you’re local, come on out tonight and have one last whiskey with me (thank you Jack Rose for hosting!) Details here.
And every last one of you… I expect to see you in San Francisco.