Moving is no fun

So we're moving in about a week to Rochester. I'm slowly realizing how much more I hate packing up a whole apartment, as opposed to just the college dorm room. We've been going at it for about a week off and on now. Oscar has been helping by licking the boxes as I put things into them. There's just so much crap to go through. The living room floor is covered in boxes and a collection of things waiting to be put in boxes. We left about 50 lbs. of clothes at Goodwill. I'm finding things from college that I had to hang on to, that haven't been touched in over a year. We're keeping the garbage men in shape. Ugh...

I just keep telling myself that once we get moved in up there it'll all be worth it. Our new place is a 3-story townhouse with a finished basement. It's nicer (and bigger) than where we are now in Pennsyltucky. It's not as much of a retirement community as this place either. I'm excited to be moved in, just not to do the moving. Michaelene's parents are helping us move out, but I have the feeling that we're pretty much on our own to do the unloading once we're up there. So if anyone in Rochester is free Monday, November 29, let me know.

I can't wait to get back to Rochester. I never knew how much I'd miss it. It feels much more like home to me than here in Central PA. It really feels like I live in part of the Bible Belt sometimes. Penn State, NASCAR, the Eagles, church groups, and how wonderful President Bush is are the most common topics of discussion around here. I hate feeling like I can't be part of any conversation without people thinking I'm some sort of weirdo. It's not that I have to be surrounded by people that think and act just like me all the time. That would drive me crazy. But every once in a while I'd like to have someone to agree with.

Other than a select few of the people here, what I think I'll miss the most about PA are my guitar lessons with Eric. I've been taking lessons from him for almost a year and I can really see a world of difference in my playing. It's still a goal of mine to get into a band to play the local bar scene. Hopefully in Rochester I can hook up with someone who's patient enough to want to play with me. Until then, I'll be headlining in my bedroom.