Northern Exposure

I'm moving to Alaska.

For an as-of-yet undetermined length of time, I will be working on an Alpaca and Llama ranch on the Kenai Peninsula.  I only decided to go last Sunday, and will be leaving in about twelve days.  It's probably a good thing I am leaving so soon, because my excitement grows by the hour and if I had to wait much longer, I'd probably spontaneously combust.

Because that's totally possible.



In the meantime, I'm patching clothes, gathering supplies, and getting everything in order. Mostly, though, I'm wandering around the house waiting to run into someone in my family so I can exclaim, "I'm going to Alaska!" for the sixty-second time.

Also, despite what the title might suggest, I'm trying my hardest not to allow my love of the nineties show Northern Exposure influence my expectations of Alaska, even if I've been in love with Ed since I was sixteen, want a disk jockey like Chris in the Morning, and am very tempted to get a Maggie O'Connell hair cut.

Remember, Olivia: Cicely does not exist.  And even if it did, Ed would now be about forty.

(if you would like to make an AWESOME collage like the totally pro one featured in this post, you can go to Photovisi!  That thing should go in my portfolio!)