Nothing to say

There are basically only two ways to fail, and both of them are the same.  You have to stop trying.  Alternately, you could die, which makes any further effort rather impossible.  But as long as you’re still live, and you still have the will to fight (the eye of the tiger, if you will), then you are NEVER beaten.

That’s all fine and good, but I give up.  I concede defeat to the mighty furrowed brow of Miami.  The anger, aggression,  traffic, lack of common decency, and often open hostility have won.  These things are served daily in greater measure than I can bear.

It has been some time that my girlfriend, then fiancee, then wife and I have been discussing our next move.  We postponed it in the interest of three things.  First, I would like to have a 2-year job on my resume.  Second, she had school.  Third, we were planning a wedding for a stinking year and a half.  It is now with great pleasure that I announce all of these things are behind us.

We are moving.  We have decided on a city.  We have chosen a CSA.  We have, for the most part, chosen what to take with us, what to sell beforehand, and what to give away.  We even have a good idea of when we’re going.  I’m not at liberty to discuss that right now, but that’s not the point.

Ok, I’ll stop being silly and round-a-bout.  The point is that Miami beat the ever-lovin’ hell out of me.  I’ve been magnificently depressed for a while now, even moreso than I realized.  But now, all of the typically abysmal aspects of life here are, for the most part, like water off a duck’s back.  I just look at it and think “Yeah, but I’m moving soon,” and my sunny disposition returns.

Now that we’re actively planning the move, it seems more real and definite.  Now that it feels real and definite, my spirits have lifted immensely.  And I had no idea that I was so down or so … quiet.  Because now, I just can’t shutup.  I feel so good, I’ve become a bit spastic as a result.  What fun!