Quarterlife is the new midlife.

So here's the thing. In the next 48 hours, my life is going to change-- a lot. I have no idea what I will be doing next Monday morning, but the options are either a Starbucks run on my way to a corporate America job in the suburbs of Atlanta, wearing a band t-shirt and pretending I know something about marketing... or downing a cup of cinnamon coffee on the quietest mountain this side of the 16th century, then heading out in my hiking boots for a day of trail-clearing, bug-bitten, out-of-breath labor. And either way, I am totally ok with it. Not quite true; either way I'll be mildly disappointed and mildly relieved-- I just want the next three months solved ASAP. Either way is going to be fun, but really all I've done is prolong my jump into real real life.
To put it in the immortal words of the man from the mountain himself: "Where are you going?"