Moving on out

There is much change afoot that I can safely say I've not been doing a great job preparing for.
Today is the day that just about everything changes.
By the way, I've finished my nearly three year tenure of duty with Tundra Specialties. I'm thankful for all that I've learned while working there; everything from organizational skills (how to file invoices) to whatever else I learned about pulling orders and interacting with the ladies in the administrative offices.
My last day there was last Friday, and it already feels strange not to be on a bus going either here or there for six or eight hours a week.
But today is the day that just about everything changes.
The life I've not only grown used to, but also fond of, for the last three years comes to a screeching halt today. I'm moving to Denver.
I'm moving in, and I barely have anything packed. I'm going to be a good five or ten minutes away from my school's campus by bus. I'll continue to work for my beloved brewpub (The Pumphouse) on the weekends and will live happily without any working obligations during the week with my life long friend sir Wesley Bengt Wicklund.

And today the saga begins. Lederhosen.