I'm leaving Ann Arbor probably for good on Friday, and arriving in Cambridge on Sunday. I am, as you may know if you've been paying attention, insanely excited to get on my way. Packing, however, is a bit of an ordeal. As will be the journey out.redbaker
and I are renting a Budget truck and taking an epic 3-day road trip into the Utter East, also known as New England. We are naming our truck the Dawn Treader, for obvious reasons. We will make good friends with I-80 and the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. Chances are I will be ready to kill him by the time he leaves Cambridge.
Speaking of redbaker
, over the weekend we discovered that he has a tendency to think women I'm interested in are kind of high-maintenance and significantly crazy. In retrospect, I think this is probably true of the women in question. A day or two later, he announced that he knew a woman in Boston who might be perfect for me, which appears to mean more trouble than she's worth and dangerously insane. Somehow I'm still excited at the prospect.
I have realized that, rather than just being vaguely unhappy and bored, I may have actually been suffering from depression for a good chunk of the last two years. This means that being in a new place with new people and new things to do might not really help. On the other hand, maybe it will. I guess I'll keep you posted.
I guess I'll actually have to wake up in the morning and be on time for things in the fall. Too bad.
Over the course of the last two years, I have written seven songs I think are good and significantly revised one. Together with the three that I was happy with from college, this makes enough to record an album. I'm not sure how to proceed at this point. At the very least, I'll start showing up at open mic nights in Boston and singing them. Hopefully they're as good as I think and I won't get booed off the stage.
Relatedly, I have a shiny new guitar, which is very pretty. Astonishingly enough, I can actually play it passably. It's pretty easy if you already play a string instrument.
In the last two years, I have learned to play guitar and brew beer. I've switched from being a physicist to being a biologist, which worked out well, since I never would have gotten in to a program this good in physics. I've also lost about 40 lbs, shaved my beard, cut my hair, and started wearing contacts. You might not recognize me.
I have completely lost touch with my TD friends. If any of you still read this, I'm sorry and I'll try to do better once I get to Boston. That goes double for Marc, whom I haven't spoken to since before I graduated, even, and have no idea how to contact. Marc, are you out there?
I think that's all I have to say at the moment.