I’m back after three sleepless days in California scoping for neighborhoods and visiting USC. Saying out loud that I’m moving to California feels strange in my mouth, as if I have to whisper so no one hears. It seems that each step towards going back to school only gets harder and more complex. I keep thinking as I meet each deadline that I have passed the rough part. No more forms, transcripts, test scores, or essays, but now comes the part where my decisions become real. It is no more an arbitrary statement that, oh yeah, I’m moving to Los Angeles. Now I actually have to MOVE to Los Angeles. It becomes a strange test of my hold on reality to sign that registration form. A decision I can’t back out of, which is why I’m waiting until the last minute. Nothing like a little procrastination to ease the soul.

The Annenberg building at USC

More on the trip later…