I started packing up my apartment today and I am in absolute awe of the fact that I am moving again. Whatever I do next, it's either going to be longer than six months, or require no more possessions than I can fit in a suitcase. "Whatever I do next" continues to be vexing, although I am making a decision by April 1. Once I leave Colorado, I'm planning to do something I've meant to do for a while---the cross-country road trip. Actually, in my case it'll be cross-country and a half, as I'm heading West, through some national parks, to L.A. before heading back East. (Will Ratnerpalooza be visiting a city near you? Is Darth Vader your father? Answers to these, and more burning questions, will be revealed! When? And by whom? It's a mystery!) In any event, I know myself well enough to know that if I don't have some sort of resolution on the next part of my life before my road trip, I'll spend the entire time stressing about that rather than enjoying myself. Of course, I managed to make being a ski bum stressful, so this is hardly an accomplishment. It is an interesting time--- I have unlimited opportunities and unlimited interests, which is both a tremendous opportunity and damned frustrating. My attempt to ignore idiotic internal pressure to follow a more linear path is meeting with mixed results, but I'm working on remembering that I'm only 23. (Only 17 years until I'm 40! Ah!) Will Brooding Existentialist Matt succeed in his diabolical plan to destroy Irreverent, Care-Free Matt?