It is that time of year again where I begin to look back on the previous 365 days and try to determine if I’ve achieved the things that I wanted to achieve.  Sitting here right now I realize that this entire exercise would be far easier if I did something smart like make a list and tack it to the wall or some shit like that.  But no, I don’t.

Monday I turn 33.  I’m officially in that age range popularized by the phrase thirtysomething, although I’d like to think I have slightly better fashion sense than the late 80’s boomers. I’m not quite sure I can remember the moment I moved from my twenties to my thirties, but it seems to have zoomed past me faster than a coyote with a faulty booster rocket strapped to his back.

The next four months will prove to be somewhat a full time period.  Most of this is due to the impending relocation to Texas.  For those of you who know me the first thing you are thinking are “You are moving again????”.  Yeah…I’m moving.

This time it is off to the Lone Star State.  Right now we are looking in the Austin area but probably won’t make a final decision till we actually get there and take the first apartment that doesn’t look like total crap.  Then again my lovely and wonderful girlfriend has been doing excellent research on the area and has found quite a number of gems that are totally worth looking at.

In the mean time, anybody in the Detroit metro area need a house in the burbs?