I'm finally telling my freelance contacts that I am going
to be working out of state. Today I was working on collecting
taxes information so that I can get my 2003 estimated taxes
paid while my new accountant figures out how to repair
my last five years of returns. I'm still not sure about what time
my first flight to Houston is on the 25th, and I still have to talk
to someone there who may be able rent me a room.
Corporate apartments go for at least $1800/month, so I
am really hoping that I can get this cheap rental for starters.
The worst of all this is that I am getting all freaked out
about what I'm going to be doing with myself on weekends
and at night. I certainly could just focus on playing guitar
and have a few coding projects for home, but I have no idea
if that will keep me from boredom. I could start writing letters
(paper ones) again, doing artwork, etc. But then I realize that
I'm just obsessing, so there's no real point to it.
I'll do what I'm going to do when I get there, and not before.
I really can't pre-think it through, even though my head
wants to like my life depended on it. It's amazing how a
few weeks of unknown ahead of my gets me all twisted up,
like I've never done anything like this before (such as move
to Massachusetts, e.g.).
My fiancee is taking all of this rather well, thankfully.
We are trying to work out all the details while life is
still in full swing, with taxes around the corner and everything.
Fortunately for us, we have done this kind of long-distance
relationship thing for a long time (7.5 years) before, so
it isn't new.
I have to create a corporation for the 1099's I'll be getting,
so I'm starting to think about names. I almost don't care
anymore what damn name it has, but it would be nice to
have a name that I didn't mind seeing every time I have
to write a corporate check.
So many things to do. And time is seeming to speed up
and slow down in weird ways these days.