Good Bye, Japan. Hello, West Coast.
His orders changed.
He called me up and had me take a guess at where we were going. By the end of the conversation, 3 things were established. I'm not very good at the Guessing Game, I'm pretty good at "Elimination", and we're headed to the west coast.
It's actually been more than a week since finding out, but I've just been distracted staring at boxes and realizing I should throw some stuff out.
I don't understand why there's so much to do, with so little time, when I really don't have much to do, and more time than I need.
I'm sitting with information and stressing over nothing. I've moved 1000 times. I keep telling myself it can't be that different.
