Sink or Swim time baby.

So I am moving (this morning) to a new state. As we speak my dad and brother are loading the uhaul-- I cannot help because I am still IN SHOCK at the amount of money I had to pay to rent the Uhaul truck for a single night. Surely I will recover around when the truck is packed and ready to go. Because I am helpful like that. Then we will drive to this new state, drop me off in a town that is roughly 100 times bigger than the town I currently live in (not an exageration) where I do not know a single soul to teach a classroom of severely handicapped children that is probably completely devoid of anything helpful such as curriculum... I love it. I keep waiting for the nerves, or the nostalgia, or some other such emotion that would be normal for a person moving away from home to a large, impersonal town of strangers would have. But... dot dot dot... not so much. Maybe I am nucking futs. Maybe my hometown is a black hole that sucks people in before draining them of life and soul before spitting them out empty and alone. Hmmm... not bitter. See ya suckers!