quasify

The plan was to leave today but between the rain that stretched on all morning and the sheer volume of unsorted crap I managed to drag up to Burlington, I’ve pushed the departure schedule forward til tomorrow morning. Finally though, the car is packed, Comcast has their precious DVR back and numerous creditors have been mollified in a sudden rage of last minute accountability. I’m leaving Boston with a clean slate (what I owe Somerville, on the other hand, will probably come back to haunt me).

The last two days have been extremely difficult. Professionally, I’m less than happy about the way a couple of my projects were left at DFCI (though rationally I know the fault for the most egregious of these lies external to myself). Emotionally, it’s been hard to be around my sisters and friends for the last time in … who knows how long. And at risk of sounding like a wimp or something but man, I own a lot of heavy junk. But however lousy the getting off part has been, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s all going to be worth it once I’m in San Francisco. A new job, a new city, a new coast, a new ethic, a chance at a new me. People have been reinventing themselves in California since when, the Gold Rush? Or, before – you just know the Aleutians had to be stoked when they finally made it down the coast from Siberia.

I’m not sure what kind of access I’ll have over the next few days but am hoping to post occasional interesting things as I’m able. Photos I’ll throw in this flickr set, and assuming I can find the itouch that has wandered off I’ll update facebook with obligatory unfunny statii. And, please, please please, come visit me (& VC) sometime soon.

Day 0: 0 miles