Relocation, Part #1

I would like to be phasing, and making misspellings.

You cannot begin to know.

I have been couped. These are the times which are now.

John is a person my age from work. He is quitting the job to move to Paris and go to business school. He wants to be very important. I want to be very important in ways that are completely unimportant to business. I committed to visiting sometime over the next year. I like Paris, i said. It is true.

I am almost two years into a delegation to Canada. I am supposed to be from the United States of America. Today my newest boss told me that my Human Resources Department expects me to report to work on January 2nd, 2008 in the city of Trenton, New Jersey for a permanent assignment. It is December 20, 2007. It was a surprise to him.

Nothing is a surprise to me. But I will not be moving to Trenton, New Jersey.

I have several options. I will need to utilize one. Several involve my resignation. There are some that do not involve my resignation. One involves Calgary. One involves Buffalo. One involves Richmond. One involves staying where I am and becoming an Official Canadian.

It is my nature to not like any options.

I am accustomed to not preferring any of the options.

I am accustomed to making a split decision that I will regret in two more years. I will move to the Gobi Deserts. I will move to the Congo. I will move to your basement. I will save a glacier with my stubbornnesses. I will save the environments in one fell swoops. I will live on a crumpled map of the Earth.

I would like to be phasing. It is supposed to be Christmas.

I'm On, Top Of The World Looking, Down On Creation, And The Only Explanation I Can Find.

I have saved enough to live for two years with no income, maybe ten if I am not frivolous, but frugal instead. Hey look I did something for me.