It just hit me that in two weeks I’ll be in Los Angeles for good. I’m already worrying, but I guess I shouldn’t yet, since whatever happens before I get there won’t change the fact that I have to move now:

• I canceled my YMCA membership. My beloved Y. It’s become a ritual going almost every day. It’s kept me happy all these months in Dallas, especially through the gray, wet winter.

• I quit my job and what’s done is done; I can’t un-quit. A new guy, “Chris,” has been hired. I’ve been training him this week. He seems fine. He said the word “homosexual” in an oddly clinical, almost accusatory tone when referring to Perez Hilton in that Miss California “opposite marriage” video.

• My mom bought her new car and I’ve promised to buy her old one. I still have to go Downtown and transfer the title to my name, and also get insurance before hers expires. And I need to sell my old car. I need that money.

• I’m very slowly cleaning my room and sorting through the accumulated mail that’s probably important but that I never read.

So the move will definitely happen, despite all the uncertainties. It’ll be hard, and in a sense I’ll be starting from square one. But I’ve learned my lesson. If I’m going to be poor, I should at least have some friends around.