So, I realize that plans have changed a bit and I’ve failed to let everyone know. I’ve decided that, while Andreas is moving down to LA this summer (probably early July?), I’m going to stay in Seattle and work for a bit. I’ll move down in the early fall — probably September. This makes sense on several levels:

  • Make more money at a job I’m liking. Who knows how long it will take me to find a job in LA, and who knows if I’ll actually like it? Gotta make the most of this miraculous combination while I’ve got it.
  • Let Dre do all the settling for once. I was the one who moved first to Oly and found a house for us. Then I moved back to Seattle and found an apartment for us. It’s his turn to do reconnaissance.
  • How stupid would it to move away from Seattle during the most gorgeous season here…so that I could go to Los Angeles during its hottest and most grisly?

    Then of course, in the five year plan, is Andreas taking advantage of his ethnic-German status and getting his EU citizenship, us getting married (so that I would be a permanent resident of the EU, and Dre would be a permanent resident of the US…well, that and because we love each other), and then both moving to Europe. Somewhere in there I have baby, we get rich, and a sex gimp named Carlos moves into the baseme–Oh, I’m sorry. Heh. I’m getting ahead of myself.