It's really a shame I've fallen off the blog map, AGAIN. My five months in rural Missouri may not have been a roller coaster of excitement and adventure, but it certainly was worth about 10 blogs of giggles. Now I think I don't have enough motivation to catch up. See, I'd love to be a writer, and yet, my self-motivation is that of a three-toed sloth, which is why I'll:
- never be thin, just "not fat"
- always apply for jobs that are slightly too easy for me
- have started 10 oil paintings and only completed two (one only because it was literally "commissioned" and i was pressured to do so).
- always think I'll exercise when i get home from work and almost never do
- Am not now packing for New Zealand
And that's my fantastic news of the moment -- I'm moving to New Zealand!!!!!, for REAL this time. It's no longer a dream or a long-range goal, or 12 months of paperwork away. It's really happening. In fact, Beau is already there and has been for what has been an excrutiating four weeks. I stayed behind to take care of the monumental task of trashing, shipping, and selling all of our worldly possessions which is an incredible pain in the ass. Not to mention the ridiculous hoops of fire I have to jump through to get my cat to NZ (6 months of preparation and a couple thousand dollars in bills). In fact, I need to stop this writing and go pack now!
Bugger.
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