1. Closed down the Punk Planet offices, often singlehandedly, especially when it came to tearing down drywall and filling the dumpster.
2. Packed up my entire house and moved most of it into my parents' basement.
3. Strapped what remained onto the top of my car and loaded my dog, my kid, and my partner in.
4. Drove across the country in the middle of August, where the average daily temperature was about 98 degrees, an adventure that included:
a. hiding out from a tornado in Omaha, Nebraska.
b. getting kicked out of Temple Square in Salt Lake City, Utah for having a dog (thusly ensuring a swift trip to hell in the afterlife, I'm sure).
c. the same dog, perhaps in retribution from a higher power, having an enormous and disgusting diarrhea in our car while driving through Reno, Nevada.
5. Pulling up to a tiny shack in the woods and unloading kid & dog (partner too, though she unloaded herself), scratching my head and wondering what the hell I've just done.
6. Life, part two, starts now.
california is great for new starts.