silliness, followed by introspection

It's officially moving season. Somebody got a truck stuck under an overpass on Storrow Drive this afternoon. (In semi-related news, whichever auto manufacturer it is with the "it's truck season" ad campaign always makes me wonder if, since it's truck season, it would be legal to go out and shoot a truck. It gets very meta when you start thinking about how you're going to get your truck home once you've shot it, though.)

Anyway, speaking of moving season (and meta), I'm realizing I've been in limbo since I got back from grad school. The amount of thinking I've been doing about what I want to do with my new/old apartment woke me up to the fact that I actively want to live there. That's the first time I've actively wanted to live anywhere in four years. My grad school apartment and my current apartment were a means to keep the weather off self and possessions. Now I want a place with defined areas to do things in. I'm looking forward to not eating at my desk and not having the computer in the living room unless I want it there.

I'm getting the idea, finally, that even though I haven't got the faintest idea what's next, there will be a next. All I have to do is go look for it. I wonder what it looks like?