Changes

Things are changing. When I was a teenager, I always thought I was hip to change. “Change is a good thing,” I would say. Over the years, I have learned how wrong I was. I like stability. That’s why I’m still at this job. That’s why it took me so long to move. That’s why I didn’t want to move to LA in 2001. I know that being too stable leads to stagnation, but what the hell? If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Right? I know how bad that line of thinking is. Which is why sometimes I have to force myself. Like this move. I really had to force myself to not think about the outcome. Because seriously I make enough money so that it’s not an issue. The outcome: I’m really happy. I really like my new place. I like my new housemate. I like the cats I’ve inherited. I like that I’m closer to the good area of town. I like the fact that with a few exceptions (urbanemonkey and my_bootay being two) I never EVER have to go to the Westside again. The only thing I’m still working on is getting a new job. I had an interview on Friday and have one tomorrow after work. I’m just hoping something good will come out of this. I hope I hope I hope I hope. Edit: The one thing I am not happy about are my football picks. Since the group I’m in uses the spread, I’m doing really shitty. Pfft. I’m just about ready to give up for the season.