So we’re not there yet …

Every great work of literature begins with a great line–or maybe it’s just that we remember the first lines from great literature. “Call me Ishmael.” “It was the best of times …” “In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit.”
What will be the first line of my great work of literature? We’ll have to discuss that later, because this certainly isn’t literature in the literary sense, and its greatness is up for discussion.

Anyhow…

I’m terrible at mass emails, and worse at staying in touch with people. Thus, it occurred to me that if I just wrote everything down here and gave people the address, I wouldn’t have to worry about sending this out to people; I could tell them it exists, and watch the comments roll in–or maybe the hate mail (this is all new, so we’ll see). In this weighty e-tome, my goal is to inform everyone about the status of our move, and perhaps shed some light on the supposed paradise of Hawaii.

Trip status: Not Started

I’m lying here in my apartment on an air matress. I have a few swallows of juice left in the fridge, along with a carton of eggs. On the counter is an empty box of Easter candy, along with a towel, a fork, a cup, and two boxes of crackers. Aside from a few changes of clothes, my laptop, and some assorted toiletries, there is nothing here to entertain me. Hurray for the internet!

Meanwhile, Randi is hanging out at home with her family and enjoying delicious home-cooked meals–and oh yeah, she got saddled with all the packing and sorting (begin composing hate mail). It wasn’t my fault! I was stuck in Baltimore.

Over the weekend, I’ll be visiting my home in Fremont, attending Randi’s brother’s graduation, and probably reading a lot in my downtime. That’s a teaser in case I have time to write.

The trip officially begins on Tuesday. Let’s syncronize our watches…