Moving on...

Last night, for the first time in a long time, I slept in a bed in a room with air conditioning. It was only one of many wonderful moments I've experienced in the last 24 hours since moving out of the place I was living with the crazy woman. My friends, Andy and Jess, allowed me to move in for the rest of my time in Colorado. They recently bought a house that has a spare bedroom, and, well, I'm their Dupree.

It's only now that I remember how nice "creature comforts," such as air conditioning on a hot day, can really be. It's also nice to like the people with whom I live. However, my residence was contingent on my eventual departure. That being the case, yesterday I bought plane tickets to travel to France. I'll be leaving Denver at the end of August to drive back to omaha, see family and friends, and leave my car. On September 3, I'll fly to Philadelphia to visit a friend, and on September 6 I leave New York for Barcelona via Copenhagen. From Barcelona, I'll travel by train to southern France where Marie, my employer, will pick me up and take me to the estate. I'll live and work there for the next year or so.

This is, of course, contingent on my receiving a visa from the French Consulate in Los Angeles. On Monday they'll receive my application, and if things go well, I'll receive a visa in 7-10 business days. If I don't receive that visa, my plans will change dramatically, but I'll still go to Europe.