watch me be corny

whoosh.

it happens all the time -- the wind goes whoosh, cars whiz past with a whoosh, i even whoosh when i run out the door in the mornings. i think i whooshed in december or january. but this whoosh -- whoosh -- is the sound of one year sweeping by.

one whole year.

oh the places you'll go, right?

i think i'll miss this place though. maybe not the weather, maybe not the hoards of sweaty tourists who jabber while i nap on the metro, maybe not the political atmosphere. but i'll miss this unique town of a city. i'll miss the people.

it's really all about the people, isn't it?

but for now, shoving aside heartfelt feelings and soul-stirring thoughts of writing a poetic tribute to the people and landmarks of washington, dc and northern virginia (and southern maryland? hmmm), i'm gonna tackle the ridiculous amount of mess that i've created in my apartment. i'm done with work (wahoo, holy shit), and all that's left are the piles upon piles of semi-organized clothes, random kitchen supplies, and oh. furniture. and miscellaneous stuff. and i have to take these boxes to fedex and dhl and usps or wherever, and i still have to clean and fix my car. and make sure that stuff can fit inside of it (and still have room for me and willie). and job stuff. and holy moly, this is nuts. remind me to STOP moving every year, okay??

oh goodness, whoosh.