Target's HR rep talked to me about my Boston plans. Apparently the store manager was/is under the impression that I'm not definitely moving, that I'm probably not moving at all, and has shared this with HR. Target being Target, shit like that spreads. Since I haven't left yet people are wondering if I'm going at all.

"So, you're 100% going to Boston?"

"Yes."

"Without a doubt, you're definitely going, there's no way you're not going."

For the 54th fucking time. YES.

He asked me again if I considered transferring to a Target up there. I said that I don't think I'll be able to support myself with Target money, so I want to explore other options. For some reason he thought it was unbelievable that all of my living expenses are on me. Part of me wonders if there's a bonus involved in getting someone to transfer locations. Unless they want to pay me at least 11 an hour my stint in retail will end this summer.

Will end next month.

C0ntrary to popular belief, you cannot pack up your entire life in one week.

Sold 7 CDs so far. Not sure how much I made off those...I didn't keep track. Money I didn't previously have, though. The cool thing about selling them is that before I list them online I make sure they're on my itunes, and I'm rediscovering all the music I've collected since I started collecting. I've been time traveling. Tracing my roots. It's all very symbolic

Last night, before my headache got too bad (been getting a lot of those lately), I read an interview with Jennifer Egan on Narrative.com. Unfortunately, you have to sign up to read it, so I won't even bother linking it. Anyway, it got me really excited to be a writer, and got me thinking about a side career in journalism. She's a journalist for the NY Times magazine. She researches all sorts of things and people that inevitably make their way into her stories. Like a twin sister rap duo that didn't really go anywhere, or gay teens who live their "real" lives online and their "fake" lives in the real world, women who worked in a naval yard during WWII. It's fascinating.

I'm less nervous about the move. Probably not nervous at all anymore. I think because I know it's something I must do, like self-preservation maybe. I'll die if I don't. My dad said when you're on the right path things just sort of fall into place and happen for you. I'm pretty sure I'm on the right path and that's why I'm not nervous. I'm excited to do what I've always wanted to do. What I think I was always meant to do.

Anyway, I just got called into work. Great. Got shit to do, son.