I'm leaving my home in Medford, Oregon, where I've lived in for the last 6.5 years, to move to Boulder, CO. I'm going to be attending grad school at the University of Colorado in the PhD program in Environmental Sociology. I'll soon be living in a (hopefully shared) 2-bedroom apartment very close to campus in central Boulder. I rented it sight unseen, with the help of my friend, Paul.
Paul deserves a round of applause, because he trudged out to see all the places I'd located on the internet. This was challenging, because I have four dogs and not many owners are willing to consider a tenant with that many canines, even though they are only about 10 pounds apiece.
Paul really deserves a standing ovation because, other than the two times we got together during my visit to Boulder in March this year, I hadn't seen him in 25 years. This will stand as a measure of friendship for some time to come. It will certainly be a challenge to my own giving, which I hope will be judiciously chosen and not squandered.Anyway, I'm packing, giving stuff away and selling things, all of which is unwelcome and odious. I don't want to lose any of my precious junk, let alone my good stuff. When I'm not tormenting myself over keeping/selling/donating dilemmas, I notice I'm living in chaos. Although people who know me might say that is my normal state of affairs, I assure you this is over the top even for me. However, as good things have emerged from chaos at other times, in different situations and for people other than myself, I trust the same outcome will happen in my particular set of chaotic circumstances.
Just so you can see that yes, it is pretty ugly, here's a photo of my office. The garage looks like this too. Out of this chaos will emerge a PhD... or so we like to think.
Prizes are awarded to those who think they can find the edge of the desk... hmm, maybe I should make that if they find the desk...
