I’m going to “bust a move!” (I love typing because if I were addressing an audience verbally I would never begin with a bold exclamation like “I’m going to bust a move,” but in print I have no reservations.) At any rate! I am indeed about to bust a move.

The good news is that I won’t be dancing. This is great news for both of us (you and me). I don’t like it when the urge to dance comes on me and you wouldn’t either—just trust me, it’s not pretty. But I am going to bust a move in terms of better geographic relocation. I am moving.

It’s been an exciting last few days. I now know the price and square foot availability within most of the apartments in Northern California. Yes! It’s been so lovely to meet such happy people that are paid to want me to live in their building, who are paid to convince me that there is no better place on Earth to live than on their beautiful, amenity filled campus. Blah blah blah.

It’s been an exciting last few days.

We decided on a place and our move in date is next Tuesday. We can’t wait! We are very excited. We are moving to Rocklin, CA. There is no beach but there is a lot of granite so that’s pretty cool. If you want to help move a couch or 2 let me know. Anybody know where I can find cheap bubble wrap?