Baby, won't you change your mind?

This is the first day of the rest of my life.

I'm unemployed for the first time since I was sixteen. What a strange feeling. It's like losing your most obnoxious friend that you just love to hate. And over spilled beer, too. They're all "I just need space, man." and you're all "But you owe me so much! Just for putting up with you for all of these years!" But they're not having it, so you sign your paperwork, leave your number for the new produce guy who gives you hotflashes when you hand him a radio, take your now-tarnished employment record, and clock out. The end of that story.

So the question I've come to is, where do I go from here? Write a book entitled Life After Whole Foods? Become an alcoholic? Join the circus? Build a treehouse in my backyard? All of the above?

A few minutes before a shower.

I have recently returned home to take a shower. And since I have gotten here, I have: read a bit, attempted to help a peer with academic advising, looked at emailed photographs, discovered a blog of a friend that I didn't know had a blog, and discovered that I, too, have a blog that I didn't know I had and don't remember making (two years ago); but as of yet, no shower has taken place. 

My house is dark, but my cat is calling and the Christmas tree is still up. This house is beautiful in it's modest but ill-timed renovations, and I'm happy to call it home again. 

And as this evening has just revealed new possibilities, I suppose it is due time I began moving towards the water.