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It's a blur, really. I've made several major decisions lately, some of which will definitely impact my life, and some of which may not.

I've decided to move. I will stay in the area, but I want a slightly smaller space, with hardwood floors, and no roommate. I've had someone living with me for a year now, and I'm both ready to discard the financial crutch and emotionally not willing to share space with someone I'm not in love with anymore. Having a roommate was supposed to be a temporary thing, to alleviate the financial disaster that was Manumission, but it's gone on rather long, and I've never been overly excited about the architecture of where I live anyway. I love the neighborhood though, and have already found a lovely Victorian that I applied for today. If I get it, I would move on the 1st, which is rather early for my roommates convenience, and even a month earlier than is ideal for me, but I like the apartment enough to work with it.

So that's a change that will impact me, but the specifics are unclear. It could be this place, or someplace else. It could be in three weeks, or in three months. I'm not in a rush, so I'll just keep looking until the right place becomes available to me. It's always good to make change when you want to, and not when circumstances force it upon you.

I'm also applying for a lateral move at my job. There's a position that is being created for a Multimedia Producer, and the skills list matches me like an elegantly tailored suit. I would consider myself a shoe-in, but I don't know that WestEd wants to lose my in my current capacity. Still, the thought of putting away the "help desk" forever has revealed to me that I truly am ready for a change vocationally. Another organization has been making noises to me for some time, although the chance to have an actual lunch has evaded us. I was not ready to leave when the offer was first proposed (unformed and vague as it was at the time), but if I don't get this position, I am more prepared to listen now.

Again, a change that may or may not come, but I stand in readiness and (this being the surprising part) eagerness.

In preparation for the potential apartment move, I have begun to sell and discard the things in my life that I don't feel like moving. The old computer went today, and I put up ads for my old dining room table and chairs, which I have had since I first moved to Chicago (but rarely use). My friends, when they eat over, are as happy to eat at the coffee table as the dining room one, and it mostly gets used as a mail depository. I will mostly likely rid myself of the overlarge king size bed and dresser unit that my brother gave me years ago. It dwarfs any room you put it in, and is much more than I need, even on those (all too rare) occasions that I have someone to share it with.

Trim it down, trim it down. I want to arrive in my new location (with my new job??) with just the essentials. I am getting rid of my television as well, replacing it with an LCD projector, which will turn a wall into wherever I love into an enormous screen. I will get a double bed, and a small dresser (most of my clothes hang in the closet anyway) and all will be new, or at least newly refurbished.

It's an exciting concept. The next show is in pre-production, and my personal life is ripe with opportunity. I am going to New York for a week in November, and will be directing a one-act for the Bay Area One Acts Festival in February. Both of these will allow my company to keep a decent profile without taxing my pocketbook. This gives me time to gather myself properly for ... whatever is next.

I am standing on the edge of a number of tomorrows, shedding some skins worn too long, waiting to see what comes next.