Dateline: Los Angeles
In a matter of hours, I leave for Amsterdam. I'm quite excited, and I cannot sleep.
I've packed (to the extent I do such things), and I'm as prepared as I think I can get. Of course I've probably forgetten a few things, but c'est la vie…
Bernie the cat, and my friends at Paradise Corp., and my dad and brother and stepmother will all be missed while I travel. I'm looking forward to seeing "Eurobob" (as he put it in a recent e-mail), however.
I feel a great sense of accomplishment in having finally vacated my unit (storage unit, that is) after four years of procrastination and not coping with all that junk – a lot of it is Michelle-detritus that I'm not sure yet what to do with – but at least now it's under my nose here at home rather than "out of sight out of mind" in that Sherman Oaks personal storage facility. Plus now, I'll save some money.
Ok, this is boring. Next entry, from Amsterdam. Ciao.