Tonight, as I drove home, I realized something...I'm not quite sure when it occurred to me, and I know I heard my GPS yelling at me way back, deep, behind all my other thoughts, but, 13 minutes later, there I was, pulling into this parking garage, and it just hit me: I've moved. Wait, I've moved?? 
2009 so far for me, has been like this: 1st Weekend: fun with some friends in Dallas. 2nd Weekend: apartment hunting. 3rd Week/Weekend: apartment hunting. 4th Week/Weekend: packing up townhome in The Woodlands. 5th Weekend: 5.25 hours of 2 guys moving me for $390 from The Woodlands, to Houston; 6 hours of cleaning my townhome in The Woodlands and turning in my keys; passed out at my Brothers house in Spring (that's as far as my body would take me) on an air mattress that almost folded me in half (yes, it almost happened...I have witnesses!!). 6th Week: so far, have driven to/from San Antonio for a hair appoinment (don't say it!!)....
I moved on 1/31/09, and it's now 2/4/09 (be it very, very early in the morning) and I'm finally here in a packed yet unpacked apartment, spending the night for the first time. I had no clue where my bedding was, up until the 4 millionth box I unearthed (literally, you should have seen the stacks), and so my bed is finally ready to be slept in. I had to use my GPS to get me to my bedroom, that's how bad it is. It was all a blur. I have no clue how it happened, and yet, I know it did.
I have been living in The Woodlands since February 2007, when Pepsi moved me from San Antonio, for work. The first day I started with Pepsi, I also started my Masters Degree. Many people would ask me, for the next 2 years, why I ended up in The Woodlands....those close to me would see that I always like to be away from everything, yet near everything...It just kind of made sense. Living in The Woodlands, gave me the opportunity to focus on my studies, away from people, away from the many distractions that tend to dissuade us from our goals, and I have loved every minute of it...I needed it at that point in my life. That being said, I received my Masters in September, and somewhere from there to now, it must have occurred to me that there was no longer a need to be away from people, from distractions...those distractions are actually pretty welcome. Don't get me wrong, we all know I'm very independent, but, I no longer have hours and hours, weekends upon weekends, of endless papers and power point presentations to occupy my time. I have made many friends in The Woodlands (North Houston) but, I'm ready to leave Exit 76B and venture over to Exit 47A for a few more distractions in my life. I think that in moderation, these distractions may be the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life, and I look forward to it.
For now, I'm hoping to wean myself off of my GPS security blanket (Thank you "Maverick" for always getting me home....yes, that's right, I named my GPS "Maverick") and to unbox the rest of my life and make my apartment livable. I currently have no food in my fridge (we all know I'm not going to function long without my 2% Milk), my closet is in disarray (that's not going to help my already too comfortable naked existence), and I have to jump over a stack of 30 folded boxes just to get inside my apartment, that are too difficult for me to throw away partly because I haven't figured out yet where the trash chute is in this place (???), and partly because I'm too Jordan-sized to get them to the trash chute (currently accepting applications for non-Jordan-sized persons to assist in movement of boxes to trash chute upon learning its location).
Long blog short, I've moved, I'm excited, I'm completely unorganized, I've got no motivation to unbox my belongings and just may cover them up with colorful and fashionable rugs from Pier 1 and/or Pottery Barn, (and am completely satisfied with that decision), and am more interested in what distractions I can find myself in the middle of....
Ahhhh, distractions...Wait, wasn't I supposed to be in bed? Hmmmmmmm....