The decision has been made, by us, taking it out of the hands of the Unknowns Who Decide These Things. We confessed to each other our homesick dread of another new city, relieved that it was a mutual guilty urge. We looked each other in the eye, agreed, it's time.
If this city has taught us anything, it is that the city doesn't give a damn what we think of it, it's not personal. Whatever the nasty, inbred, small minded politics of the Theocracy of Utah, we can find a niche. The Big Dig City politics of moribund theftocracy is it's own special flavor of awfulness. Neither of us weirdos can change it one strawsweight. Not for not caring, but for our own survival.
Our old friends, even those who moved off to the Land of Eternal Summer, are within a day or so driving of Old Home. So, we are going back, wiser, more cosmopolitan, experienced and scarred. With stories to tell, photos to show, and with some regret. We will miss this place, but not for another few months. (Read as: this is a three month process.)
The plans are set, my old job - much changed - awaits, to my mutual expectation and heartfelt relief. I knew, but I hid the knowledge from myself, not daring to assume. Enjoying the delight of being welcomed back.
We look for movers and check Craigslist there for apartments, here to divest ourselves of excess baggage and boxxage. We have one way plane tickets for the three of us. We dread putting Moby in a bag for six or more hours, but we can hardly leave him behind.
I bite my tongue hard at work. I find myself as bad at keeping my own confidences as I am good at keeping those of others. If you work with me, and read this, please, let me give my notice myself. (I don't think any of them do, but I have to cover myself. I am, after all, a *Professional* paranoid.)
More to come.
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Wishing you well wherever you go, of course.
*Claps hands and jumps up and down a bit.*
God, yet another move, but one to look forward to. I admit, I also look forward to it. I miss you badly, and while you will be almost 800 miles away, you won't be thousands.
You may want to consider getting some good sedatives from the vet. It might make all the difference in Moby's level of comfort.
As Bugs Bunny always put it:
Bon voyajeee!
You will, however, hopefully not step up the gangway and into the plane only to find yourself dropping down a cliff. (If you suspect this is happening, try not to look down.)
Oooo, this sounds promising!
New directions in an old location -I'm looking forward to following your impressions as you proceed. There's sure to be some interesting culture shock and you're the one to describe it.
Change is always so invigorating - I'm almost envious. I plan to live vicariously through your experience, so I hope it's a good one.
Best of luck (and thank goodness the blogosphere is common ground no matter where you wind up)
Utah? That's one of those magical sounding places to me. Big sky places.
And besides, I expect I won't have to go much farther to find you.
And I'm looking forward to the stories that come while you prepare, and when you move.
all the best. i love a good journey. can't wait to hear more.
Whatever the nasty, inbred, small minded politics of the Theocracy of Utah, we can find a niche.
There's always a niche. I hope this will be very good for you.
You'll find your 'niche'. All three of you.
Travel well in this 3 month process.
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