The big move is three weeks away. Here’s where things stand.
We still own our condo. Which, if I was independently wealthy and could afford to keep shelling out $2100/month in a mortgage, HOA fees, and property taxes, I’d be fine with. I love our condo and I love it’s location. However, we are not independently wealthy and I don’t think we can just live in a camper van down by the river when we move to Ohio. Too many dogs. So hopefully, sad as it is, the condo in the woods sells soon.
I haven’t packed or labelled anything. Some stuff is going to my parent’s place. They’re keeping us from being homeless. Some stuff is going to storage. Some stuff is getting mailed. I should probably get the sharpies and post-its out soon.
I haven’t taken my pre-move inventory of all of our possessions. Apparently they recommned you do this in case something gets lost. Fabulous. Socks, plates, furniture, art, everything. That’ll be a fun task.
I haven’t truly come to terms with leaving. This is probably the biggest hurdle, as I look out my window at the snow covered Sierra. This career makes you call a lot of places home and I have been home in North Carolina, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Nevada, New Mexico, and California. I never thought California would be the place I never wanted to leave, but it is. And we’re leaving it. For now.
For Ohio. This is a state that was NEVER on our radar. It has a lot of things on our “reasons we won’t ever go there” list. This list includes things like the following.
- East of Denver
- Ticks
- Fleas
- Poison Ivy
- Excessive Mosquitoes
- Minimal sun
- Humidity
- Minimal topography
- Traffic
- East of Denver
East of Denver makes the list twice. We grew up in the Midwest, but our hearts are in the West. It’s dry, harsh, burns frequently, is full of violent weather, is often far from most amenities, and is generally inconvenient. But it produces a quality of life hard to find in the East. The kind that when you live somewhere else, you get on a plane for and it fills your heart and soul with joy.
So why are we leaving? It’s time. For a little while. It’s time to be closer to our families. Time moves quickly and opportunities to be close to people you love should not be overlooked. It’s time to move up. I’m not one for upward mobility just for the sake of it, but sooner or later, you’ve got to make a move when the stars align. We’re both at the end of the career road here. And we’re not getting the types of opportunities that are going to move us forward. And it’s time to try something new. And although the Midwest is not new to either of us, it will give us the chance to explore some new places, take advantage of city living for a while, and hopefully give us the opportunity to do some travelling to places we’ve never been. Our travel budget here goes to our condo in the woods.
And it won’t be forever. It’s the nature of our jobs. The nature of us. The west will call us back again. Our skis will still ski, our hiking boots will remember the dusty mountain trails, and the dogs will undoubtedly remember how to bark at bears. But for now, I should probably start making lists, labelling boxes, and prepping the crew for spring in the Eastern hardwood forest, some quality time with family and old friends, and new adventures under a canopy of deciduous trees or maybe in a museum, or at a baseball stadium. And more importantly, I should probably get rid of my “reasons we won’t ever go there” list. Clearly, those kinds of lists are crap.
And in the mean time, we’re just going to enjoy our last few weeks in the Sierra with good friends and great weather.