It is currently Thursday, November 1, 2007. One week from today I will have quit my job. A few days after that I will have moved to Chicago, IL.

I’m a little nervous about this.

The move itself, while stressful, is nothing I cannot handle. I’ve moved a total of seven times in the past ten years. Three of those moves have been across states. The packing and the loading and the unloading and the unpacking are obstacles fairly easily overcome. One would think, incorrectly, that I might have learned a lesson about accumulating so much stuff.

The lack of employment, and subsequent financial crisis that it entails, have a much more worrisome effect on my state of mind. Sure, I’ll find work in due time but lord-a-mercy does it agonize. The wife has a job that more closely resembles her dream job. I have a sour twist in my stomach.

Ahh, but the destination! That’s the key. Years of listening to This American Life have definitely keyed me in to Chicago as a place to be. Yes, I have heard that it gets cold up there.

We load the truck on November 9th. Boxes in varying state of fullness litter our tiny house. It’s hard to see if we’re anywhere close to ready to pack it all up.

At least I don’t feel as if I were ready to throw up quite so often. That’s progress, right?