twenty-something

Between moving into my new spaces both personally and professionally, starting a new job, and (back-burner) dealing with my first real separation from Duncan, I feel a bit like I'm drowning. It's stressful -- but somehow a good stress. I'm overall excited by all this change. It's movement, growth... A week ago I was rolling into work at 10AM. Now I'm rocking out to VPR on the 7AM drive in my shiny Volvo.

I am a new man.

Of course, there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for this kind of growth... I miss sleep, and sleeping in. Last night I got to relax and unwind for what felt like the first time in forever (it had only been since last weekend), with my new housemates, some pizza, Granny Smith flavored hard cider, and Big Brother. It was heaven.

Speaking of heaven -- and the photo above -- this afternoon I hop in the Volv' and speed down the highway towards Boston for my favorite event of the season -- the third annual "Baustin" Pub Crawl. Although I'm scared to leave for the weekend in the midst of so much stuff on the home front, I am thinking and hoping it will prove to be just the break I need before things really hit the fan next week.

Good company and good beer should hit the spot right about now, providing me with one last chance, this summer at least, to be, well, twenty-five.

So cheers to a good weekend. Here's hoping we'll hear three different cover bands at three different bars sing Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer." It's tradition.