In one week, I'll be loading the cars to move a small sample of my stuff to a 350-square foot garage apartment in Ten Mile, Tennessee to start my new job working for the Tennessee Valley Authority (something about that sounds like I should be shoveling dirt wearing a suit & tie and a fedora). Still a lot to do to get the house ready to list, and not much time to do it. Hard not to get overwhelmed and a case of the fuck-its. I'm excited about the next phase of my adventure, but really scared as well.
No telling how long it'll be that I'm living on my own. It's been a while since I've had to deal with my own company for any extended period, and I'm not sure I'm all that great to live with.
