I don’t know where to start, so I didn’t bury the lede. It’s right there in the title, and I have lots of feelings about it.
In three months we’ll be packing up our house and hauling all our earthly belongings to a new adventure on the East Coast. I was born in Oregon, but have lived the vast majority of my life in Colorado, so this is uncharted territory!
Over the last five years1 we have talked, and talked, and talked some more about where we might land. We have weighed options, and researched obscure cities. I could tell you more about the geography of tiny rural towns in Wyoming, Idaho and Montana than you want to know, and Zillow still sends me listing from a staggering amount of zip codes, despite my best efforts to eliminate all the email alerts. This has been a long time coming, and feels like a surprise at the same time. We’ve moved houses a lot in our ten years of marriage, but many of those moves have been within the bounds of the same community. It’s still hard to pack up a…