I start my drive to Little Rock at about noon on the first
which means I’m finally going to be leaving my apartment of 6 years, 5 month, and 6 days (as of the 1st). I’ve been here longer than in any place other than my parents’ home. It was the first place I ever lived by myself. When I moved in I came with 1 minivan and 1 car of stuff, when the movers came on Monday I filled 445 cubic feet of space.
I’ve had 3 TVs, 8 cellphones, 3 game consoles, 5 computers, and two couches (when I moved in I had no couches; I sat on the floor for the first 6 months because I couldn’t afford a couch). I’ve had 4 cats and 5 fish, but I only ever felt attached to the cats. I co-authored 8 published manuscripts, 4 manuscripts that are still being finished, and wrote a 375 page dissertation. More importantly I learned to actually be a good scientist, I’ve gained and lost well over 100 pounds, quit smoking, started smoking, gone bald, and read at least more books than I care to count. I’ve made a few good friends and one really great friend who I’ll miss terribly.
I can’t say that I’m really sad to go, though. I’m nervous, but it’s an excited nervous - I really want to see what’s next. I won’t say 2009 has been a great year, but it’s the first in a while that I won’t curse on New Year’s Eve.
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