I’ve been having trouble investing myself into anything the last while, and I have a theory why: I’m a lame duck. I know I’m moving two weeks from tomorrow, and so I’m feeling kind of lackadaisical about everything. Why bother doing this that or the other (if it’s not related to packing) if I’m not going to be here anymore. I realize this is stupid, but I can’t seem to get over it. You’d think that with having looked forward to leaving Utah for so long, I’d be really anxious to go, and I am. But I have a lot of friends here that I’m leaving, and I’m not sure how much I’ll see/do things with them again. Traditionally, when I leave a place and leave friends, those friends cease to play an important role in my life. I’m awful at staying in touch, and things just deteriorate. This makes me sad, but not to the point that I actually do something about it. Perhaps with this whole blog thing, I’ll be able to stay connected better than I have in the past. I hope so. I’ve made some great friends in Utah, and I’d rather not lose touch . . . I guess we’ll just have to see.
Then again, maybe I’m just sore because I got creamed at a new board game tonight. Grr . . .