I'm back in Evanston.

I've got a job lined up to start in a couple weeks (the commmute is worse than before, but the pay and hours are better).

I've got so much time, yet I feel like I lack the energy to actually do anything with it (even with projects I should be working on right in front of my face).

Blah.

I've started cleaning house for the move back to Evanston. It's bittersweet, seeing things of varying sentimental value divvied into piles of storage, shipping, and donations.

One of these years, I'm going to go for a full year without having to pack all my crap and move it.

Really.