August 5th.

Last week went by so quickly. Its officially the beginning of the end. Or the beginning of a new beginning. I don't like the split hairs - so which ever way you like to see it, is just fine with me. I feel nauseous. I can't believe that is 26 short days, my journey will have officially begun. It still seems like last week it was April and I was considering running off from my full time job, to find something light weight and easy to do for the summer months. I'm happy ultimately that I never did that. I'd be leaving a slew of people that I care about considerably out to dry. The quick and dirty I quit - may have crossed my mind, but I never really really thought it through.

Next week is my last and final week at my job. While most of me is doing the running man deep down in my soul ( can I get a praise dance) a piece of me is terrified. I'm sincerely scared ya'll. No place to go on Monday morning, no boss to commiserate about after work, no projects to run, no one to answer to, no paycheck. Oh heeellllllllls nah. NO PAY CHECK. Can I tell you how long its been since I've been unemployed. Since 2000. I have had a steady job, in one form or the other since the start of THIS century. I was also working in the last century, but we'll those icky details out - child labor laws and all. Not that I was necessarily raking it in or anything - but some is better than none - and as of next week I'll be in the none lane.

Bills don't stop just because you're moving. Luckily, any moving person worth their salt knows that and has a back plan. I just hope that I stick with mine. Its hard to shell out the dough when your not going to be around. I wish I had an Alexandre Patrosvsky to come bail me out. But SATC was series, and this here is really life. Best get my shit in order.