Well, I talked about it, talked about it, talked about it, talked about it . . .
Talked about moving . . .
Gotta move on . . . gotta move on . . .
Won't you take me to Funkytown?
Lipps Inc., "Funkytown," 1980
Why the long silence from Blogtucky? Well, I'm on the move again, this time to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Steel City, Iron Town, the gateway to . . . Ohio and . . . West Virginia.
The official move doesn't take place until 6 July 2007 (less than a week away!), but as you can imagine, I'm now busy trying to organize the move, finish up at work, and pack, pack, pack.
OK, OK, so truth be told, my mother, Vivien Leigh, is visiting and doing the bulk of the packing while I finish up at my old job. But I still have lots of fretting and kvetching to do, regardless. And that's hard work, especially as we know how fully and tirelessly I apply myself to both.
I'm very excited about this move and the change in employment that lays underneath. The opportunity to be back in a larger city--one with a vibrant arts scene, friendly people, creative cuisine, mass transit, and loft apartments that are actually constructed from old warehouses and factories and are not newly designed and built lofts on the site of former rowhouses (I'm talking to you, Washington, D.C.)--seems like a better choice for me, personally, something that everyone who knows me, well or otherwise, has realized from the start, but a fact that seems to evaded my consciousness until the last year or so.
I'm excited, too, about the new job, which represents something of a departure from the day-to-day professional work I've done over the last decade. Thus, it's both exhilarating and frightening at the same time, like, I dunno, performing a book cart drill team routine before a live audience or something. I've been in need of a change for a while, long before the sad turn of events from this past spring, so I'm hopeful that this is indeed a good, positive move.
I have about five or six different postings in the works right now, but I think they are going to have to wait until July, post-move. I also need to think about whether I need to rename Blogtucky to something more yinzer-friendly (On top of ol' Blogegheny? By the banks of the Blognongahela? Tall tales from the Pennsylvania Blogpike?) or just leave it as is, 'cause Blogtucky is still a pretty yinzer-friendly concept.
After all, Blogtucky is more a state of mind (or sumthin') and not so much a place. Despite the ridiculousness and celebutardedness I've often written about, what I hope I've conveyed a little so far is that there is indeed life in the "Flyover Zone," that indeterminate area between the Eastern Seaboard cities and the Left Coast. Or I think I've at least conveyed that that *I* am located in the Flyover Zone, and I do happen to be a living, breathing (if not always thinking and conscious) entity. Take your pick.
So go west, middle-aged man, to Pittsburgh, to a new job, a new home, and a new life, if you're lucky. See y'all on the flipside of July.
