Moving Out

I'm almost moved out of my beautiful two-bedroom apartment in West Campus here in Austin. It took a solid afternoon of grueling, backbreaking work to move the small amount of heavy furniture out of my old place on Saturday. Actually, it was the smaller stuff that gave me the most trouble, you see I lived on the third floor, so it's actually more convenient to move larger things down, at least then it's only a few trips. The smaller stuff that I moved without the help of Jude took forever with all the stairs! I still have a few things in the apartment, then I sweep, clean the refirgerator, and I'm done.

Actually I'm really sad to see the place go. I'm not upset that I'm losing the space, or the proximity to work. Well maybe a little, but what really gets me is that it, for a time, was a place where I was really happy. Things seemed to make more sense and everything was...right there, for a time. Things changed dramatically the Summer, though and all that sense and rightness morphed into something else entirely. For that, I'm not sad to see the place go. I mean, a new place could be symbolic for a new beginning and that's how I should be viewing this change.

Wow, my podcast is gathering dust in the corner right now. Excuses, excuses. Apologies. Whatever. I'm just taking a break to get myself resituated in my new space. I haven't even got my computer set up yet. I'm having a bit of a rethink about what the show should be. I like the audioblog feel of it, but at the same time, I'd love some original non-bloggish content. Podcasting to me is still incredibly theraputic and gratifying, but I wonder if I could do more with it.