Breaking all whirlyrules, it seems I need to be a bit more explicit.
The usual cloak of vagueness is causing my mailbox to flood
with questions. And for reasons that are not entirely clear to me, Todd's too.
It's time to come clean.
Last Friday I finally talked to my boss at Lois about the possibility of
moving to DC to start up our forthcoming regional office. Saying that it
went according to plan is an understatement... it was splendid.
If all sits well with the gods of apartment hunting, I'll be moving
on January 1, 2001. Talk about clean slates and new leaves. Because Lois
is new to the regional consultanting thing, we have no regional offices. It's
not out the question for the future, but for now, my commute time will
be about the 7.2 seconds it will take to get from my bed to my laptop.
Ahhh... the virtues of a home office.
I've already started picking Brian's brain about all things DC real
estate. And Laine and I are road tripping in under 3 weeks to begin the hunt.
It's so real at this point that I can taste the one million little details
that need to be settled in the next 76 days. Good thing I do some of my
best work under pressure. |