another new city!

so - I have moved my optimist cave to a new and another exciting location: San Antonio, TX! I left Nashville on Sunday, with my friend Stephanie, in a fabulous rental car. Max was in the backseat tripping out on kitty sedatives... He said he didn't want to drive, and he can't handle being in the car if he's not in charge. Crazy kitty...

Oh look - we're in Arkansas!



We finally made it to Texas after a stop over in Oklahoma City.

Here are a few pictures of my new place...

Max likes the view...


That picture was taken before the movers arrived, unloaded and then unpacked my belongings... here's an after shot of the kitchen.




I begin my job on Monday and I'm really excited. I'm hoping to remember to take the time to post more of what's happening in and around San Antonio TX. If you told me a year ago that I'd not just have lived in Nashville but that I'd move to TX too, I can't say that I'd have believed you. But here I am - starting over again.

And on the eve of my birthday, again - so once again, happy personal new year!

OH THE HUGE MANATEE

someone save me from my packing nightmare... i'm sure this isn't a level of hell Dante considered...

someone please save me - all i have is this 6-pack (now 5 pack) of Sam Adams White Ale to keep my company!!!


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movin' right along...

so, many of you know that i'm moving. I'm not going far - about 55 miles back to San Francisco. what a joy. i'm actually thrilled to be moving but i loathe packing. packing is right up there next to... uh... not sure - but i surely don't like it one bit.

for as much as i hate packing and moving i do enjoy going back through my stuff and reliving memories that i've tucked away and not looked at since i last moved. i have a military footlocker (trunk) that i use to keep most of my earliest memories and trinkets in. I have about 15 years worth of journals cataloging my errors of spelling and my increased obsession with boys. at least i'm consistent.

they sit in the trunk next to my first book - richard scarrey's 'what do people do all day'. i love that book. is it any wonder as i love what i do everyday. (except packing) and of course i have some college momentos and a postcard from my fav bar in college that is now a parking lot. *sigh*

while moving usually means change - my moves remind me why i ultimate love to move and go to new places - it is the new adventure that waits and the memories i can look fondly back upon!

but packing still sucks.