Oh cool. A blog.

Oh, hello. Apparently I have a blog. I would have completely forgotten this if it weren’t for the pleasant reminder / “why the fuck aren’t you blogging?” email from my one and only consistent reader.

Sorry, Mr. Sugar.

On this day, one year ago, I awoke in my bed at the Stanley house and put the final strokes on loading my car, ready to embark on whatever the world had in store for me. I was done in LA, as a resident.

The trip included driving, lots of it (1,036 miles), a visit with Chase, too much junk food, snow tires, mountain passes, my trusty co-pilot falling ill and eventually puking inside the car, silly nonsense and a brief thought of “what if I just planted my roots in Reno?” and my eventual arrival back in Idaho, to spend the holidays with my family before heading to Seattle.

In my first year, out of LA … I must say that I feel incredibly happy with my decision. True, I miss my friends dearly … But for me, Nick Stoolman … LA was not the place for me to live. Whereas I wouldn’t say that I’m “thriving” (I try not to exaggerate), I’m doing well and am happy with what I’ve established in the 11 months that I’ve been here. Now, it’s time to build on the foundation that I’ve built.

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Today, I opened some of Jill’s mail because I’m nosy and was hoping there’d be something for me to forge her signature on.

Jokes. She asked me to open said mail, as it was from the post office and may have required attention that was sensitive to her changing her address.

It didn’t. No attention was required.

Why am I telling this story? Well, take this into account … I’ve haven’t blogged in 2 months, I’m fucking rusty. LAY OFF ME!

Before opening the envelope, I could tell that it contained a good deal of contents. Whatever could it be? The main piece of information, a single piece of paper … and (I shit you not) 22 direct advertising inserts. Sure, I can understand taking advantage of the opportunity to reach individuals who are changing their address because they’ve just moved, because I’m bed bath and beyond. Hey, you’re gonna need some new shit, for your new house! But answer me this, why are there ads for auto supply stores, cell phone plans and a fish hatchery advertising this year’s crop of salmon?

See, this another example of how I can’t write worth a lick right now … that was a perfect lead in to say something funny. But what did I do … I talked about a fish hatchery. Oh well, baby steps back into the swing of things.
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Gotta go now, as Seattle’s storm of the century, which has yet to show signs of arriving … is lurking. Waiting for me. Waiting for us.