Spring has sprung, to use the old cliché, after much anticipation. Along with increased sunlight and colorful blossoms comes the familiar rekindling of my wanderlust, which I have decided to take to the extreme this fine season; big burly men will soon knock on my door to pack up all my wordly knick knacks (which is a daunting task) and ship them and me off to Colorado. That's right, dear readers - I am switching jobs and states and climates by abandoning the familiarity of Hampton for more exotic climes.
Details have not yet been clarified, but I'm thinking that this will all take place in mid-May, which is startlingly soon. I am currently alternating between sextreme sexcitement, significant stress and tearful melancholy. I'll miss everyone that I've come to know and love here in Hampton Roads, and of course the move will bring me further away from other family and friends along the east coast. But the thought is, now is the time to take risks before I'm old and grey and have the 15 cats and rose bushes to worry about.
So, I hope that you'll all keep in touch, wish me luck, and give my number to all your friends in the Denver area. We've got a few weeks left - we better make the most of it!
Parental Unit #1 came down to pay me and the Old Dominion a visit, and we enjoyed all the hoopla associated with our nation's 400th Anniversary as being celebrated at Jamestown (or 'Jamestowne' for those with a penchant for Ye Olde English). The place is hopping, and I believe the Queen of England will be coming to visit in the near future (possibly to ask for America back - our lease is up). Pictured here is my dad trying to pick a fight with Pocahontas, which he does pretty much everywhere we go.
My dad (here pictured tiptoeing through the tulips, which he also does everywhere we go) and mom are doing a fairly decent job of limiting the guilt trips considering I'm moving more than 1,600 miles away from them. More notably, they will no longer have a ready excuse for visiting Colonial Williamsburg, which is their version of Valhalla. I'm not going to knock a place that takes wig-making seriously, and I have to give them kudos for turning peanuts into soup. The last time I tried to turn something into soup, it ended disastrously. But still, I think that three or so visits there will fill your lifetime quota of blacksmithing. I can only hope that we find a tourist attraction out in Colorado that will please the adult-types - the Coors brewery in Golden, Colorado, perhaps? It's certainly worth a few visits.
