So the moving transition begins -- all unpleasantness until I can get into my new nest.
I only cried five or so times today, not tears of pain but tears of goodbye. Yet again, I say goodbye to some of the best people I've ever met.
Pass me a beer.
And I work on finding movers and mechanics and new places to stay, tasks that make me look forward to dental work from Steve Martin in "Little Shop of Horrors."
There's the old cliche that nothing worth doing is easy.
Well that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it.
I can't tell you my destination yet until I arrive at my new work place next week, then it will become official publicly.
I also have some storylines to wrap up. An early expert I interviewed for this blog talked about the difficulties of those who transition from homelessness. Again, I'll note that while I have dug myself a hole, it's not nearly as deep as others.
It's a hole nonetheless. (An aside: I typed "a hole" without giggling -- I continue to mature.)
There's no saying goodbye to The Homeless Editor quite yet. I'll let readers know about some of these challenges.
And I'll continue to fight for disenfranchised folks until my dying days.
Peace and transition unto all of you my brothers and sisters.