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post #146
bio: eve

first post
that week
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Previous Posts
Snails in Paradise
What do you know about snails?
Career Spotlight: Field Biologist
Notice: East Coast Branch Closure
May all beings be free from suffering: late winter in the country
The country haircut


Category List
April - National Poetry Month 2008
February Smackdown
food and wine
Italy 2k7
the natural world
the rest of the world
the sexy

Favorite Things
· burdock root tea
· gingerbread
· Lucky Peach

I’m moving to London. Did you know?

There’s nothing quite like moving. Talking about it doesn’t quite convey the chaos, the stress, the irritation that is involved with the process. Not to mention that it is hard to do something as drastic as an international move by oneself. I know I am off for a great adventure but there have been times I‘ve wished for a project manager, an unlimited budget, and a postal meter.

There have been both good and bad moments. For instance: my bike got stolen. We could chat about that (like a punch to the gut). Or we could chat about how a girl accused me of hitting her car, even though I was parked (cops, insurance…that was fun). Those were just diversions.

I had a great party with fireworks, swimming, and a postcard sunset. Had another great party. And another one. I’m kind of partied out. There were the moments of sadness, not fun, but meaningful- to be expected.

Saying goodbye to the snails was as hard as parting with a trusted lover who you have always known will never totally satisfy you. Hurty- on both sides.

I get on a plane tomorrow night, headed to Newark. I’ll be in NYC by Sunday. Wanna hang out? I’m around until mid-September.

Love, love, love.

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