Once upon a time, circa two years and four months ago, I stepped onto a plane and begun my journey to Boston. I remember that day pret-ty well. I had known I would be moving a year before it happened, but naturally this little fact did not set in until a few hours before boarding my one-way flight. Those were a sad, sad few hours. And they were followed by quite a few equally sad days missing the people and the town and the life that I had left on the ground.
However, I am convinced these past couple of years were meant to be. If you want to prove that you can be a grown up and fend for yourself, then picking a new city and starting over ought to do the trick. It has definitely been a life experience I won't soon forget.
Now I will once again be missing the people and the town and the life that I'm leaving behind. Last week I loaded up my little SUV until you couldn't fit so much as another shoe inside or the poor car might burst, and then I set off on my second cross-country trek. This one was by car, and this time I was headed back to sunny California.
I think there were a number of reasons for this move. It wasn't tied to any particular person or place or weather forecast. Sometimes you just feel like it's time to move on, and that's what has to be done. In this case, I know I will be returning to the East Coast many times (courtesy of my job, which I will continue to do, but with San Francisco as my home base) and I know I will see all of my favorite Bostonians again. That knowledge is helping me enormously in my efforts not to be sad. Along with the fact that this move has required me to take TWO WEEKS of vacation. The sheer happiness of vacation is pretty much canceling out any sadness I may have otherwise felt. Sorry, Boston friends.
Moving on. You can't drive 3,000 miles across the country without snapping a few shots with your iPhone. So here's what I got.
This little car was a trooper. Here's what it looked like right before we took off.
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