Ah, the day of reckoning, the final countdown, the gargantuanly supreme moment of life-altering totality.
The move out.
Or move in, I guess, but that all depends on your half-full/half-empty stance of life psychologists seem to rave about. Some see the glass half-full and some see the glass half-empty, but one idealistic genius, sarcasm semi-intended, saw millions of post-secondary minds mulling over a basic analogy for optimism and pessimism, a subject many people could have understood with a simple:
“Some people are happy. Some people are sad. That’s all folks.”
And then the Looney Tunes logo would play them out and everyone would return to life a little happier and a little smarter with a skip in their step and warmth in their heart.
But that’s not how life plays out. And that’s not what this blog should be about either.
All right, the move out. Or move in. Damn my repetitive mind!
Okay, I’ll paint the picture.