My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

I am so over unpacking even though I still have lots to do. Went to a temp agency today to interview and hopefully start working soon. But I found out about the train system down here, and I think it will allow me to run around Miami for next to nothing...at least it's next to nothing compared to NJ Transit prices. I'm stoked...that will give me something to do instead of wasting away here in a half unpacked apartment by myself. And I can't go to the mall because I can't really spend any money. Hmmmmm... Maybe I'll go to Barnes and Noble to scope out books about the area. That will allow me to plan an itinerary on stuff to do this weekend. And this week. Until I get a job. Yeah, I think that's what I'm gonna do. It's better than playing Guitar Hero till my arm falls off. So, order of business. 1. Read the Times online because that's what I always do. 2. Go to Barnes and Noble. 3. Come home and wait for my sister to make me some damn dinner! (hee hee....

Not like I'm trying to freak anyone out or anything. I think I've found the one place on the planet that could actually be more bizarre than Jersey. Welcome to South Florida. Right now I'm just getting used to making left turns and u-turns almost anywhere the hell I want to. Additionally, I think it will take a while for me to get over being able to buy beer at the Super Target. However, I have yet to see a liquor store. Except for in the not-so-safe looking parts that I've driven through so far. They come up out of nowhere. You're just driving along...doo-de-doo-de-dooo...then all of a sudden you're there: liquor store, pawn shop, check cashing, storefront church, liquor store, chicken shack, pawn shop, repeat. And you're like, "Oh crap, I'm in the ghetto!" But before you have a chance to lock the doors, you're back in safe territory again. They have houses down here that look just like the ones on Cops. That's kinda scary. And in down...

Exactly a week from now, I'll be on a train and waiting to wrap up a 17+ hour journey that will take me to my new home in Florida. The reality is starting to sink in, and it's very strange. I'm really really excited, of course, but I wish I could just be there already and get the rest of this over with. I still have to organize the rest of my boxes, make sure they're all packed, arrange the utility set ups, shred old mail, wash just about every piece of clothing I own, say goodbye to my friends, finish work, buy and ship a birthday present to someone, let some people know that I'm moving (some people still don't know!), clean out my car... It's a lot to do. I'm moving to Florida. As soon as I get down there, I have to get a job. That should be fun. But I'm also looking forward to the fun stuff: Disney World, Yankees spring training, the Keys, the Bahamas, shopping, golf lessons, and relearning Spanish. Among other things. Well, just checking in and t...