Cause it's a bittersweet, symphony this life.

"You're a slave to the money, then you die."

No my friends, that is not a fate for me. Today, officially, marks the end of both my job at the hip urban grocery store, and as a supervisor with the 2010 census. This day, Friday, August 6th, 2010, marks the first time since I was 15 that I was not working at least one (up to 5 at one point) wage-slave job. Taking up all of my time and barely paying me enough to get by.

It is most definitely not real, not at all. It's exactly like the feeling you have when you're on break after a semester at college - you wake up startled from a dead sleep, dreading the paper you have to turn in but you never started researching. I keep thinking, even right now, that there's something I'm supposed to be doing, something I have to turn in or something I didn't check. And I almost care.... almost.

So much to do, so little time! The farms we want to visit in Virginia have offically been contacted, and we've seen replies from a few. We're narrowing that last down and deciding our official dates to request WWOOFing space. We're making checklists of equipment we need, supplies we want to have, and things that are worthy enough of keeping in storage. This is by no means as easy to do as it is to type. But oh how great that would be!