I don’t even know where to begin…
As far as cycling, i started racing this year and did pretty well. I didn’t win any races but came close the last time around. It started kind of shitty but the more I convinced myself to get in it, the better I did. What’s weird is that I did better when Jen wasn’t there than when she and IKE came along.

I was getting better and better until on my cranks broke on my last race. Somehow the bonding from the spindle to the spider broke or gave out. So off to Easton it went. They estimated it would take anywhere between 4-6 weeks to get the new one…
So I sold my Red group and bought an 11 Speed Campagnolo Chorus group. I’m pretty pleased with it. Even though, I’ve only ridden it for 60 miles. I’m glad to be finally done with buying things for my bike. For now.
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We’re moving to Austin this Saturday.
Yes. Jen applied for a job in her company and beat out about 250 applicants. I was sure she was going to get it when she applied for it. I have always wanted to live in Austin. EVERYONE says, “Oh, you’re going to looove it!” I want someone to say, “God, you’re going to hate it.” I don’t think anyone will. Anyway it brings me to the current pickle I’m in; I hate moving. It’s not that I don’t want to live in Austin or want to move there, but the act of moving itself is what I despise. Packing, moving shit around. Going through things you have and debating whether to toss it or not. All of it. I hate it.
I realized today that I honestly do not want to move. I’m happy for Jen with her getting this job and her promotion and all that, but it really sucks that we have to move. We had already decided that we weren’t going anywhere for a while, after her last interview in Austin. I got used to that and felt comfortable with where I was at work. I also got comfortable with who I work with and most of all my friends from work. It seems selfish to be upset about moving because I’m leaving friends behind. After all, so is Jen. Her office-mate is probably one of, if not, her best friend.
I’m mainly bummed because I’m going to Austin to no job. To live with someone who I honestly don’t want to live with. Not because I dislike them, but because living in anyone else’s home sucks. It doesn’t matter what the situation is. In our case, we’re going to look for a place while we shack up with Camille. Which is smart, but it still sucks. I’m sure it must suck for her too. I would feel weird. Back to the no job thing. Moving to Austin requires that I quit my job and start over. I was comfortable where I was. Now it’s back to square one. I’m reminded of leaving WFM and when I left bartending. It sucked. Luckily I have the support of Jen. Her mom called me and said she was praying for me. Which is sweet. People telling me, “oh, you’ll be fine” is nice too. It’s not going to help though. I appreciate the kind words and motivational high fives, but I still have to start over. Today I printed my resume and it really brought me down. I hate it. Resume’s are formal written descriptions of who you are, for people to judge. I distracted myself by going back to cleaning the apartment. Anything to avoid packing. Then I got a call from our property manager telling me that she was going to bring someone to our place to see if they were interested in renting it. So I left to have lunch with some friends. Which is the other thing really bringing me down. I’ve made two good friends at work. Both Mike and Justin I would consider to be my best friends. As close as those come these days. I’ve talked about how my coworkers end up being my best friends, but this is different. I spent more time with these guys off of work than I have with anyone else I have ever met through a job. So leaving them REALLY sucks. Especially Justin since I got to spend a little more time with him since Mike left before I did/will.
fuk.
Tonight I walked IKE for a few blocks and felt the cool breeze and it depressed me again for the second time today. I’m going to miss the hell out of this place. The neighborhood, the restaurants, my friends. All of it. Houston really left it’s mark in my life, and I’ll miss it. In the past, when the temperature dropped in Houston, it was the happiest part of the year for me. I hope I don’t associate cooler Austin weather with what I’m feeling now.