At long last, I’m home.  I’M HOME.  It was a long, grueling, packing process, but it’s finally done and I’m fully moved in.  I’m up in the attic now.  Originally, I thought it would suck, but my mom really came through and fixed the place up nice.  It used to be full of boxes and christmas items and old crap we didn’t want to throw away, but she made this place pretty darn live-able.  I guess she threw all the crap out.  This is actually awesome.  I have a whole floor to myself.  I can walk around naked, sleep whenever I want, walk around naked, and walk around without clothes on. 

In other news, I started my summer job today.  Evan’s worked on the trail crew at Palisades Interstate Park for the past two summers, and he got me a job there this summer (he’s technically my boss).  It’s great, really great.  Today we buried a dead dog that washed up on the beach.  As it was my first day, I was the one who had to put the dog in a big plastic trash bag.  OK, that part wasn’t really really great.  But the outside all day, exercising, BSing with the crew, being outside, and outside parts are all great.  This is perfect as a final hourly-pay job before I consign myself to a life of nine to five cubicle misery.  

I’m very excited for this summer.  I’ve got my degree, a job, career prospects, and a place to live rent-free, and I can reconnect with friends and family.  I have time, money, and a wonderful girlfriend.  My life is finally on a track I want it to be on.
 

Cue earth-shattering disaster that ruins everything brought on by my own actions, most likely meant to improve my own or someone else’s life.