Almost a Canadian

The time to give up the happiest job on Earth in the happiest place on Earth is rapidly approaching. Its been a year since I first moved from California to Florida, and now its time to go back to school. Next month, the big move will swiftly take me from the sweaty, angry, Canadian tourists of Orlando, desperately searching for the Tomorrowland Indy Speedway (its in Tomorrowland). In their stead, I will be delivered into the presence of calm, peaceful, 420 friendly Canadian citizens, bumming around Montana in search of White Castle hamburgers (they’re in the freezer section of your local grocer).

Yes, indeed, its time to stop playing with Chewbacca and go back to friggin’ college. Just in time, too – its getting hot, and I’m all Disney’d out at this point. If I don’t go back to any of the parks for years, I won’t miss it. I’ve seen and done everything, on stage and behind the scenes. I even got to see the animation studios a few times, and have made life long friends with some brilliant artists who are on their way to being the next Brad Bird. I’m King Kool for life because of that.

Like most big changes, smaller changes have a way of tacking themselves on. Not only am I going to a state that I’ve never been to, I’m changing my major for the third time in three years of college. I might also have big news with regards to my life long aspiration to become a video game reviewer for a major website – and, no, not this one, although I understand the pay is the same.

But the more things change, the more they stay the same. With the change in rent, climate, and how many hours I’m going to be able to work, I’m expecting a big lifestyle change, but not huge. As long as I can get cable, high speed internet and… eh… food? I’ll be happy where ever I am. Plus, I can’t wait to go hiking here:

Although, if experience proves correct, something tells me I’ll be giving the female unit a piggyback ride most of the way.

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