An abandoning of bachelorhood

Last night saw Holly and myself collecting a number of things from my apartment in Fishers to being to our new place in downtown Indianapolis. As I grabbed things, I came across boxes that I hadn’t really looked in since I moved to Indianapolis over two years ago. It was a surreal moment. As I looked into the boxes, memories flooded back. Many of the items were from college, and I was instantly back in my dorm-room, that day in May 2004, packing up the last of my stuff from the dorm-room that was the throne-room of Patrick and me’s senior domination.

 Don’t misunderstand this dip into nostalgia. I’m fully embracing and ready to take on married life and all it entails. I have no deep fears or burdening regrets of “what I’m missing”. Because frankly folks, I’m getting married, not dying. If anything, I can now charge ahead into life with full energy, knowing that I have my partner by my side to enhance every occasion and event.

 Did I mention I might have a big boy job again. I’m not talking about it till the paperwork is officially in my hand. But I might have one, just saying. Grad school pre-reqs are going ok, really need to get to the nose to the grindstone in accounting.

Start of a new day

As I reflect on where I am at this point in life, I have decided to take a step forward. Granted, this step seems marginal and glib compared with the massive step that I will be taking in just one month, but it’s a step nonetheless. Today, I have decided to step into the world of a Big Boy blogs. No more messing with the posts on MySpace, Facebook, and all the other rigmarole. From now on, I embrace the warm feel of the true, unadulterated blog.

Will this be a place where I spill on the hot and juicy gossip of my life? No, I hate to disappoint the millions (and millions) of Heatonholics out there, but this will not be the place I spill my soul. That pleasure is reserved for the future Mrs. Heaton. This will, however, be a place for me to just let out my views on anything and everything in the world, and often times that will include things going on in my life. So don’t worry, I will be giving you the scoop on the happenings here in Indy. I just won’t be crying for help withing these walls. This is an outpost for info, not a therapists couch, and I intend to treat it as such.

So much more to come.