I'm about to walk out of my office in Boston for the last time. Tomorrow morning, a moving company will pick up all the stuff I own, and two weeks later they will drop it off at a yet-to-be-determined location somewhere around SLC.
I'm not sure when I'll be back east again; when I'll see another sunrise from the summit of Monadnock; when I'll schralp pow in the trees at Jay; when I'll drink and play darts and laugh with irreplaceable friends in shady bars in Cambridge; when I'll sit down to dinner with family at a cozy spot in the North End; or when I'll see another Sox game from the bleachers in dead center at Fenway.
I am sure that in two weeks, I'll have settled into a place nestled somewhere close to LCC; I'm sure that I'll meet new friends; I'm sure that I'll figure out what really is important in life, and I'm sure that it won't include spending 65 hours a week chained to a desk.
I haven't been around the board for that long, but thanks to all of you guys and gals for your advice on the move - it was invaluable. And hopefully I'll meet you soon.