Jul. 16th, 2010

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My to-do list is shifting into a list of things done, and every calendar I check insists that the day I move is in three days, or the day after tomorrow, or tomorrow, or something ridiculously close like that. Cleaning out my desk today, I kept running across old plans for things I've done in the last couple of years at work, and stopping to wonder how I ever found the time to do all this stuff. The move has been a little like that. I've been getting ready for so long, it's hard to believe I'm pretty much ready, now.

It's been a fun week. Better, actually: It's been a week full of people spontaneously inventing ways to tell me how much they appreciate having me in their lives and how much they're going to miss me. I guess I know, on paper, that people tend to like me, but it's humbling to be told so this frequently. From my boss (a guy who has hired me no less than three times) organizing a little going-away party for me at a bar by the office, to my dance buddies at the Aruba arranging a little 'everybody dance with Charlie' circle, it's all been really sweet. I'm ready to move on, but I've had great reminders of all the friendships I'm going to miss when I'm off to Seattle.

The desert has been really good to me. I don't know how to measure how much I've grown up since I came here, except to look at how much happier I am now than I was then. It's the kind of happiness that, like dancing or SQL or hiking the sneaky back trails in Red Rock, is cultivated in a long string of teacher/pupil relationships, and I've been blessed beyond measure with good teachers, out here.

So, thanks, Vegas. You've been the setting for a great chapter in my life. I can't wait to see what's next.


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