Because you asked me to

OK, here I am. Back in New Mexico. Did I just make a huge mistake? If I weren't drop-dead tired, I'd be more freaked out.
Leaving Utah was a little anti-climatic. I mean, don't get me wrong. People were very kind and threw some parties and gave me gifts and all that jazz. It was wonderful and touching and amazing. But I'll tell you what-- I'd infinitely prefer to have my friends around to all the gifts and parties in the world. But maybe this is just the uncertainty that comes with any big change. I hope it passes soon.
I'm really looking forward to going to bed in a few minutes. Any 12-hour drive will take it outta ya, but put that on top of sleeping on the floor for the last few nights (ok, I had an air matress, but it still wasn't particularly comfortable) and I'm beat. I'm hoping that the next few days will bring some good perspective and that the outlook is positive. Pray for me.
Two other small things of note:
A) I ran into Craig "Pouty Chunk Head" Tovey yesterday at Tai Pan. What a surprise! It's nice to see he's still the hunk-o-burnin' love he was back in our newsroom days when all the girls were mad for him. I hope that if he stumbles across my blog (which he should since I told him about it) he appreciates all the references to Morissey and The Smiths.
B) For those keeping score, Chevron and I ended our kissing relationship last night with a handshake. A little making out would have been the better choice, but that's the thing with NCMO... you don't always get to decide how things go down. It was fun while it lasted, though. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.