well the end of an era is at hand. tony, fargo, simon and i are pulling out of college town, usa and heading east. the bright lights of the city beckons, and who can ignore her?

i’m officially done packing. i’ve taped boxes, thrown out trash, and donated to the goodwill. i’ve scrubbed the shower, vacuumed out my closets, swept floors, and even cleaned windows that haven’t seen windex in months. but now i’m ready to go. my home is no more and it’s time to set up shop in my parents’ basement.

i’ve spent most of my adult life trying to weed out bad cliches, but it seems like i’m going to be living one. starting tomorrow. living in the basement won’t be too bad. nothing like some quality family time with ma and pa to put the “fun” back in dysfunctional… ha, ha. of course, i’ll have to find somewhere to hideout while my dad watches wrestling with the surround sound cranked, which means anyone within a 1000 foot radius feels like they’re ringside. why i never got into wwe i’ll never know…

because the family homestead is not cat-friendly (read: dad hates cats), we’ve farmed out the cat, simon, to a friend’s place. simon is bach’n it with our friend jason, who assures me that simon has come out from under the stereo speaker and is adjusting to his new digs. fargo, on the otherhand, is blissfully dog-unaware of the impending move. although this morning he woke up and couldn’t get out of room with the boxes in his way so he moaned and groaned until we got out of bed to help him. poor baby. in typical dog fashion, fargo only needs to know he’s getting his three squares a day, at least one walk, and plenty of catch playing time; he doesn’t care where this all occurs, as long as it does.

change is heavy and awkward and sometimes painful. but it is good. in the end, it has to be. i keep trying to remind tony of this, but he has visions of hwy 270 traffic planted firmly in his mind. i’m trying to distract him with hockey and beer, but i’m not sure it’s working…

regardless, it’s st. louis or bust. so if you find yourself out down highway 55 sometime, stop by. but we’ll have to keep it down or else my mom will yell at us : P