Last Friday was my last day working at Harvard. I spent a cumulative twelve years at the University, most recently five years at the Business School: first as Web Services Manager, then as their Digital Content Specialist. Now I’m unemployed for the first time since I was 14.
I have twelve days left in Cambridge. I’ve been living out of suitcases for the past two weeks, after getting rid of our dressers. Our dining room table and chairs, and most of our kitchen gear is gone too. Slowly, we’re melting down the contents of this apartment. If it won’t fit in a suitcase, it will be shipped, stored, sold, donated, or tossed. We plan to live lightly until we land in San Francisco.
The next two weeks are about working in the apartment and about getting out to see New England-area friends and family for one more hug before we take off.
Everything after that is California.
I’ve no idea if I’ll be writing more or less through the transition: in a perfect world, I’d love to document such a major sea-change. But realistically, it is going to command most of my effort, energy, talents, and time to make this happen.