My first post as a Duluthian...

May very well be my last post as a Duluthian...because my life is just that boring. As you'll recall, it wasn't even exciting before the move.

For those of you interested, I've created a set of never-before-seen (except by Red and I) camp shack pictures on Flickr. They are the paparazzi pictures (best part? I'm not in any of them!) I'll add more as they're developed. I encourage you to check them out.

The move went smoothly, except for Red bawling her eyes out all the way back to West Side. It made things a little more emotionally draining for me than I would have liked. I contained my tears well on move day though. The combination of moving frustration and lack of sleep made it hard to be sad that I was leaving. I couldn't wait to be at my destination, unpacked, and starting my new life.

I had to go back last weekend to finish cleaning the place up, and that was tough for me. I kept telling myself it wouldn't be my last time in the house because, hello, the new neighbors will be cool as hell (not cooler than we were, I hope) and I'll use my old bathroom to take a leak sometime when I'm partying in the old driveway. Gretchen was kind enough to assure me that was true. I hope so. Ahh, the memories in that place...

Living in Duluth again feels so bizarre. I'm slowly but surely getting settled into my new apartment and finishing the long process of unpacking. I've been at my new job for two weeks now, and have walked every single day. I'm hoping for Duluth to cause a reduction in ass fat. Here's to walking! For the most part, it still feels like I'm just there for a visit.

The new job is going well. It's shocking to me to be part of an organization where tension doesn't fill the air. People don't hate each other! Well...they probably do, but they're hiding it really freaking well. It's no Blue Cross...where you have to sneak quietly from your desk to the restroom for fear of snipers.

The biggest adjustment for me has been the lack of interaction since moving. With lack of interaction comes lack of alcohol. I'm having withdrawls, though I'll admit they're mostly emotional. I really only know a couple of people in Duluth and all of my coworkers are old and married, so meeting new people might be more difficult than anticipated. On Thursday night I went shopping and out to dinner with a high school friend. I can't even express how nice it was to have a long face-to-face conversation with someone. I need a pet.

More serious and heartbreaking is the blog withdrawl. I don't miss writing nearly as much as I miss reading. I haven't gotten internet hooked up yet (I'm working on it!) so this has been my first chance to catch up a little. You all lead such interesting lives. I hate to miss anything. It's going to take ages to catch up.

Time for some Diet Pepsi and rummy at Grandma's house.