This wasn't a sudden or rash decision. I've been contemplating a move for awhile now; needing a change of scenery, some new space, an adventure. I'm not sure if it was the yearly family adventure to visit relatives in New York, or the fact that my Dad traveled frequently for business, or simply that I've always loved learning new things, but the truth is I've always loved going to new places. This is going to be really new!
Three weeks of good-byes to family and friends has culminated in everything I own on a U-Haul truck with my car in tow. It is an odd feeling. I'm leaving here and will not be back for some time.
The plan is travel slowly (the U-Haul travels 60mph downhill) toward Rockford where there is family to stay with while things are sorted out. As sad as I am to be leaving all I know, I am so excited about how much more there is to know. The dirt is different, the air is different, the seasons are different, the accents are different... will I finally see that the notion of Southern Hospitality was a truth?
