On Being The New Girl

Let me begin by saying that the New Girl is not my thing. Seriously. I've gone to great lengths to avoid it.

But when it's thrust upon me (namely, when I've sold it all off, picked up what's left and moved it cross country), there aren't many choices. In fact, there aren't any choices. So we're off. The /why I moved/ story is being told in its (edited appropriately) fashion, the /how I got here/ story is being told in all its glory, and the /what's to come/ is a mystery to us all.

In the meantime, I'm meeting the troops at an open bar event tomorrow night, and have plans for Friday and Saturday this weekend. What more could a New Girl ask for?