Dear readers,

Please exercise patience and bear with me over the next several of months. I just purchased my one-way tickets out of the country. And it will be a hectic time. Between juggling work and attending to personal and family issues, I'm lucky if I remember to pull up a browser to even check the scores, let alone set up my XM radio to follow the game.

I just got a letter in the mail from XM reminding me that the credit card on their files is due to expire soon and to call or go online to update my account info. It is actually taped on my fridge as a reminder to cancel my account prior to packing out.

This morning, I went, for the first time in my life, to see a lawyer. There's something sobering about getting a living will drawn up when you have yet to reach 30 years of age. And more so when your own parents have never taken the time to write wills of their own. I walked out of the building with the resolve to haul my parents' butts into a lawyer's office before I leave and force them to sort out their issues. It had been my intent to have my papers drawn up by a Boston area lawyer so I can coerce my parents to accompany me and get theirs done. I was turned away and advise to see a local lawyer who is familiar with the inheritance and probate laws of my state of residency, Virginia. Given that my father just underwent a major surgery less than a month ago, I only got angrier at him for being blasé enough to not attend to having a will. How can he lecture me on my keeping my affairs in order?

On the other hand, I recently did my baby cousin a favour and got her in touch with a few federal agents to talk to her about their jobs. The college kid is considering going into federal law enforcement and seemed super impressed by my connections. I admit, it feels good to be adored a bit, even if it's by someone so impressionable.

It's been and going to continue being a rollercoaster of sorts, especially emotionally. There's nothing like an international relocation to make me realise as much as I talk about my childhood home of Boston that I really have grown very deep roots here in DC. And despite all my blathering about being independent and self-reliant, I have an incredible support network of family and friends that have helped me stand on my two feet.

Yea, it'll be a busy few months. I will stay with the Red Sox as soon as I resume some sort of a routine. 

Angst, Angst indeed.