You might think that the best thing about moving from Seattle to California is going to be the difference in weather patterns. But I've been contemplating this for a while now and the weather is the last thing I care about.

Besides the very obvious honor of getting to live with the man of my dreams, I am most excited about merging. For whatever reason, California drivers know how to merge. People in Seattle get on the freeway and stop...until they feel safe enough to enter traffic. WTF? It's like everyone is getting on the freeway for the very first time, all the god damn time. I definitely won't miss that.

I definitely will NOT be missing my current job. I hate my job. I work in advertising at a certain mainstream print news outlet in Seattle. I'll let you guess which one. I owe a lot to Howard Stern for coining the name "Pig Vomit." Yeah, that's what I call the sales rep I work with. You know, "cause he looks like a pig and makes me want to vomit." If I didn't already know before, I know now that I definitely don't want to be in sales, and even this experience has soured me on the whole journalism idea in general. I'm determined to figure out away to work as little as humanly possible and still bring in a livable income. And when I do figure this out, I'll write a book, appear on Oprah, and buy an island.

Anyway...Only 5 more days of my crummy job, and 12 until the move itself. I know I still have a lot of my friends to say goodbye to still and am hoping to get the chance to visit with everyone. If you guys are reading this, I love you all and will miss you guys very much. I hope you all can make it for a visit!