dchenes | the last hurrah

Today is my last day at work. Tomorrow I set off on a new adventure. In the words of Wallace Tripp:

Some friend must now, perforce,
Go forth and bid my boy
To saddle me my wooden horse,
For I mean to conquer Troy.

In my case, I mean to conquer Kent, but that doesn't rhyme at all. I'd have to saddle my own horse, too. Which, over the course of the last month or so, I have. I'm about as prepared as I can be; hotel reserved, truck taken care of, appointment made to sign apartment lease, belongings packed.

Among my belongings is a box of food I probably can't get in Kent, or can't get as cheap as I can here. It's half Trader Joe's and half Super 88.

In the box are:

Very thin rice noodles
Japanese wheat (not buckwheat) noodles
Rice papers for spring rolls
Nori for sushi
Ramen-like noodles
Soy sauce
Fish sauce
Japanese candies

Mint chocolate "UFOs"
Pecan pralines
Chocolate-covered walnuts
Peanut butter cups
Turkey jerkey
Dried cherries
Dried strawberries
Dried apricots
Mixed dried fruit to put in scones
Pecan halves
Cashews
Almonds
Garlic oil
Plain olive oil
Fruit leathers
Fusilli
Artichoke spread for crackers

That should keep me happy until Christmas, at least. There are things I'll miss that didn't make it into that list, but it's hard to keep red-bean popsicles (or anything else perishable) happy in a storage locker for a week.

Hopefully we won't run into any power outage problems on the way out there. I'm not worried about it, though. I'm tired, because Galileo spent last night convinced that my feet were deadly enemies and therefore needed to be pounced on regularly. I'm trying not to think about missing the cats. I'm sure it will hit me eventually, but so far I can put it off.

What I can't put off is going to the bank, so I think I'll go do that. The next time I update this, it will be from Ohio. Happy weekend, all.