Short version: I’m moving back to New York.

The longer version I’ve been meaning to write about for a couple weeks now, but as usual time got away from me. So now I’m actually in the middle of this move and finally getting around to writing about it. Shortly after Andy left for Japan, Joe and Nicole were awesome enough to invite me to stay with them for a couple months while I looked for a job and a place to live. However, a couple months turned into eight as I realized finding a job was far more challenging than I expected and finding a place of my own to live in was less exciting when armed with the knowledge that I would be sitting alone in it all day with no one to talk to. So after eight months of living with Joe and Nicole, I decided it was time to impose on someone else for a little while and my loving parents drew the short straw.

The decision was made in mid-October after we returned from a comic book convention in New York and since then I’ve just been focusing on school and getting this move taken care of. A week after the decision was made, I hopped in my car and drove it up to Maryland to put it into long-term storage since it’s not exactly practical for a New York winter. The next day I flew back down to Charleston to finish tying up other loose ends. Honestly, there was really no immediate need to rush. Joe and Nicole weren’t kicking me out on my rear or anything. It was really a practical decision. I already had plans to drive up to West Point this weekend to visit my brother and go see my first football game ever and it really made no sense to drive up there, then back to the south, only to go back to New York a couple weeks later. Might as well just visit Jason and Amanda and then head right up to mom and dad’s after the weekend.

So at this point I’m getting ready to hit the road. The car is packed (with the exception of a few minor items) and gassed up. The iPod has been updated with some new music and podcasts. And my parents have been warned. I’m not completely sure what the plan is when I get there. I do know that my immediate concern is finishing my last five weeks of school and getting the grades I’m required to have so I can graduate in December. Especially now that the cap and gown are already ordered, the announcements are just waiting to be addressed, and the plane tickets to San Antonio have already been bought.