Austin City Limits: I'm its newest resident.

I am officially an Austin resident. The movers came about 10:30 Friday morning, took two hours to load my stuff down three flights of stairs, another three-and-a-half hours to drive to Austin and just under an hour to unload.

Their timing was perfect. As soon as they were done, the cable guy shows up. Great. When they told me the "window" for the cable guy to show up was between 5 and 9 p.m., I thought I'd be sitting around all evening waiting. But he was in and out in no time. And so, I've got no toilet paper, and no food in the refrigerator but I've got cable.

And I also stopped at Specs for wine.

So, I'm all set now.

I'm debating whether to run Saturday morning. I had Rudy's BBQ for dinner just a few minutes ago and it was the first ting I've eaten since before the movers left my Fort Worth apartment. I'm sorta dehydrated (It was in the 90s in Texas) and sorta tired, so I'll just see how I feel in the morning.

I also need to get myself signed up with one of the local marathon programs because training for the early marathons is about to get in gear. I've heard a lot of good stuff about
Rogue Runners, so I will probably sign up there in the next few days.

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On the drive down, I thought alot about the people I was leaving behind, particularly, my running buddies. They feted me with happy hour after happy hour last week. During one happy hour, a bunch of runners chipped in and bought me a wine cellar _ guess they got tired of me complaining when restaurants serve my wine too hot or too cold.

My last day in Fort Worth _ Thursday _ was the most emotional. At our normal Thursday morning run _ my last _ more runners than usual showed up, many to see me off. After that, we ate breakfast at Panera's and I was certainly surprised when they broke out a cake for me. First time I've eaten cake so early in the morning. Needless to say, it was bittersweet.

Later Thursday, some more of us had a few good-bye glasses of wine at a neat little wine bar downtown Fort Worth. Over the last four years, I've been emotional three times: When I first saw my son via sonogram; the day my son was born; and Thursday. Knowing I wasn't going to be hanging with some of my best running partners was harder than I thought to deal with.

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After I get myself unpacked, I need to refocus my effort on finding work. The last two weeks, I've looked for work, but my concentration has mainly been on moving and saying goodbye.

Now that is done.

It's time to get myself a job. Play with my son. And find a marathon to run in.