I'm being naughty and breaking the "no internet at work!" rule. Shhhh. Don't tell.
Is it just me or is time flying faster than ever? It's already almost Easter. When did that happen?
Chicago news: still hate it. Although now that the move-date is coming faster, I'm starting to like it again in a "gosh, I'll miss my neighborhood hobo peeing on our dumpsters every morning," or "Oh, CTA, how I'll miss you always finding a way of making me 20min late for work on really important days," kinda way. You know, sentamental things like that. I also gave my resignation (finally) to iRi. They were not pleased. But, what can you do? It's not like I really did all that much while I lived here. Sheesh.
Indy news: Still waiting to hear back about my transfer status w/Omax. Getting way nervous now. I don't know if I have it in me to start looking for a job all over again in a strange place. Frank and I are going apartment hunting this weekend while I'm there. Looking for a two-bedroom, so we can have a game room/office area (between the two of us, we have 5 different game systems, and he wants to hook it all up into this massive entertainment thing. I said: whatever.). Between Indianapolis and Frankfort, probably, since we'll both have to commute. And hopefully we'll be able to get a puppy:)
Move news: Yeah, see, I've never moved across state before, and it's a little bit odd thinking about things like declaring myself a citizen of a different state than which I was born and raised. Having to get a new liscence. Although, really, Indiana is just like Illinois, only there's no gigantuan city sucking up the state's population. It's like Illinois Lite. Also, I've never really "moved" except from college to home to college to my apt. Which is not the same as moving from apt to apt in another place. Not quite sure how this is going to work. I've already started packing, though, and I went through and got rid of about half my wardrobe (is anyone else going WTF?) that I don't need, wear, or want anymore. Frank helped - he was more than happy to. He's a pretty minimal guy - a few t's, some jeans, and his work outfit and he's happy. Um. Me, not so much.
The worst/funniest/oddest part is that I still haven't told my parents.
Not that I'm seeing anyone, not that I'm moving, and definetely not that I'm moving in with my other in another state. I don't think that conversation will go well. It's just a theory.
Am I dreaming? Am I asleep?
ETA: Oops, guess I typed too fast. My parents do know that I'm seeing someone (Frank), but they don't know I'm moving to Indiana to be with him. Sorry to give ya a heart attack, Vive ;)