"Sooo, What's It Gonna Take To Get You Into This House Today?"
I'm ready willing and able to become a full on pimp for the ole' homestead. Having come to terms with an employer in Seattle, I'm now desperate to sell this mamma jamma. I'm also desperate for an English word that sounds like "mobuto", but first things first. Faced with the prospect of spending any kind of protracted time away from my family unit, I'm developing an ulcer. I suppose many men are not so ridiculously attached to thier families and do this sort of thing all the time, but I'm feeling as though falling to pieces is a realistic option. I read Slaghammer's post over at Alchemy Anyone which included a Portland relocation and the poignant narrative about missing and being missed by family (and some crazy "pigs gone wild" sexual assault on a minor) and I'm all the worse off as a result.
So, normally I'd take my mind off of this with really twisted and alarming porn, but I'm at work (although what- they'd fire me? Heh), so I'm left to stew. I've been looking for places to stay (short term for me) and I'm also thinking that this transisiton will be costly (no- not regretting anything, it'll be worth it). Plus, once we're settled, I can begin the full court press to get some Colorado friends to move. I figure Pants and O will be suitable "marks", particularly considering the number of online and real-world friends Pants already has in the NW. Colorado people rarely move though, and I don't know why. They seem to all consider the world to be a smaller and less variable place than it really is. I'm not knocking the quality of life in Colorado per se, but if you don't ski (and I don't- the last time I summited a 14'er, I got blind spots), it's mostly hot dry and brown or cold and white. Plus, the people are provincial and more conservative than I can identify with- remember that this is the state featuring one senator who thinks Mexican aliens are destroying the country and the other who thinks it's the idea of gay marriage that'll be our national undoing. Meanwhile, there's this war-like deal happening... People dying... You may have heard of it.
So emotionally I'm a train wreck right now, and I don't have my filthy degenrate comfort mechanisms in which I'd take comfort. And I think I'm too old to stay in a youth hostel and to young (and not Christian) to stay in a YMCA. Maybe there is a nice bus teminal near my new employer. With broadband Internet :)