So I'm a Bostonian again

[judecorp]

We made it. The trip itself was fairly uneventful, really - it took about 16 hours total which isn't terrible considering we were driving a 15' truck full of crap and towing a car. We only had to gas up 2.5 times, I think, making the gas total something like $150 instead of the $300 I expected. The $80 we dumped on a Comfort Inn in Lamar, PA helped, though. The cats were mostly well-behaved, though Daedalus was on a low dose of sedative so instead of 8 hours of howling, we got 8 hours of him sounding like a dying battery ("rrr, rrrr, rrrrr, rrr").

Thanks to everyone who helped pack up the truck: shadowerealm, 356dreamer, crpg_empusae, lemur68, laughingsal, calledmara (who really just stole our food), and Aaron (aka The Ex). Jen gets Crude Points for asking A. if it felt surreal for him to be carrying my stuff into a moving truck to move somewhere with someone else.

The whole Comfort Inn experience got me thinking about the little ways one is put into daily positions where one can choose whether to come out of the closet or not. I think the general (societal) consensus is that a person decides to come out, and does it, and it's over. Perhaps society is ready to acknowledge that coming out is a process, starting with one person and ending with outness being one's status quo. But I don't know if people realize that coming out is something that happens every day, no matter what, no matter how long.

So, the Comfort Inn. We walk to the counter like zombies, glazed eyes from highway hypnosis and aforementioned dead battery cat. We mumble some nonsense to the night desk clerk about wanting a room. And there it is: the Coming Out Moment. "One bed, please." And it's done. Not a big deal, not really, but it's funny how travel plans become Outings long before the do-we-or-do-we-not-hold-hands debate.

Our apartment is currently a disaster area of stuff, but it's gotten much better over the last two days. We have an assembled futon couch, the furniture is in the right rooms, we've ordered some fun things for the (awesome) bathroom, the internet/cable is set up, we have a fridge with food in it, and there are clothes in the closets. None of this would have been possible without the amazing help of scirocco, siercia, gala, hoo, and our downstairs neighbor, Scott, who helped carry things /and/ made us a pitcher of lemonade. Yay! The apartment is lovely and you will all have to come see it.

Now if we could only have some jobs. Jen had an interview yesterday morning that was very promising, and they want her to meet the VP on Tuesday. I think it's a formality and she will be hired on the spot. I had an interview this afternoon that I don't feel confident about at all. Aah well. I have another on Tuesday and will likely spend a good part of the weekend applying for more jobs. Cross your fingers for us.

I don't miss Columbus, but I miss the people and I miss the familiarity. I know where things are around here, in my old 'hood, but I don't know the whole freaking map like I did in Cow Town. I need to find new favorite restaurants and a good place to see Harry Potter. I need to meet Derek and Gloria and Quinn. We need new car insurance, new licenses, and a new car registration. Next weekend is Pride, glorious Pride. I read back 120 entries, which was about half of today. I read certain people's journals all the way back, and am sending seekrit hugs to technodyke, therewaslight, kyoki_tenchi, and hopemcg.

I am babbling. There is nothing more to say. I am going to watch CABLE now, because Jen sneaked cable into our apartment by wooing Jude the Cheap with the prospect of Free Installation and Three Month Discount. She is so devious.

I get my girl in the mornings for the weekend, no interviews, no running around. La vida es buena.