As for me, I found out not too long ago that my landlord is going to sell her house. Meaning, the house I live in. Meaning, after five years in the hobbit hole, I have to move. It's been very weird to have people walking through the house in the past week, hammering the idea home that I won't be living there for very much longer. On the other hand, it is definitely time to move on.

I am trying to get rid of stuff (currently in the "mentally prepare to get rid of stuff" phase), and get some boxes (currently in the "wonder where I can get some boxes" phase) , and contemplate rental listings on Craigslist (currently in the "please god I don't want to be homeless " phase).

This is timed well, actually, as Ian and I were already planning on moving in together this summer. (One of the many, many, many lessons I learned from my disastrous experience of living with Matt is that you should not rush the "living with someone" part of your relationship for the sake of expediency.)

But now the timing is very concrete, and we have a lot to do. We have to move two houses full of stuff into one yet-to-be-determined place. And we have to scrape together enough money to put down a security deposit and possibly hire movers. And we have to make sure the dog doesn't eat the birds.

So what better time to jet off to Cancun, right? We are going with the Suspects to Kailuum in a couple of weeks. I cannot wait to lie in a hammock and drink out of a coconut and swim in the ocean. There is also a zip line involved. I am terrified of the zip line, but also trying to look forward to it in an Amazing Race sort of way, as I am sure it will be fun.

It's a good thing I'm so busy, because I am actually on the event horizon of being very depressed. A friend of mine got a full-time teaching job at the school we both went to. It makes me feel like a complete failure to know that someone else is living my dream, although I'm happy for her and all that. But I don't mind admitting that it hurts a lot.

I guess it's sort of like weight loss. You look back and go, "if only I had done things differently, I would have achieved my goal by now." I guess when it comes to weight loss, I just tell myself it's not too late to start over again, it's not too late to make it happen

I don't want to say "it's never too late"--because sometimes, with some things in life, it is too late. But I don't think it's too late right now. I just have to take the next step.

I have no idea, by the way, what the next step is. Weight loss is easy in comparison, because at least I know how to go about it. On the other hand, how to go about getting a teaching job has been a mystery to me ever since I graduated.