Sometimes, you just have to YOLO and figure you aren’t getting any younger, so you might as well just buy the shoes! Take the trip! Kiss the guy in the bar that bought you a drink! Move across the country….again!
Back in June, I got a new job in a new location, and therefore bought new shoes.
No….wait, that’s not the point (though they’re pretty, and I’ve actually worn them!). The point is that I quit my job at Yale, packed up everything I owned into two small shipping boxes, and flew to my new home: Dallas, Texas.
Dallas was….fine. Not bad, excruciatingly hot in summer, and traffic was awful. Not the best place, not the worst. So when the opportunity to move to the PacNW came up, I thought, “Hey, I’ve always wanted to live there, it will be wet and raining, but it will be lush and green. Let’s go!” Of course, it wouldn’t be Seattle (damn), but it would be halfway between Seattle and Vancouver, BC, which is almost as good.
Of course, I got all excited and forgot about the actual moving part. This means lots of packing and shipping (again), but it also meant a road trip for the things they wouldn’t ship, like firearms, booze, and liquids. (Also, for things that I refuse to ship, like some of my pandas). I took some time off of work, rented a car, and mapped out a route for the 2400 miles between my old home in Texas, and my new home in Washington.
After some whirlwind packing, tearful goodbyes, and one last burger from my favorite Dallas burger place, I set off on my one-way road trip, leaving Dallas in my rearview.