I just moved. Moving is crazy. This is my excuse for such a long post-drought. This is my timeline for past moves so I can tell the stories of this last month:
And it’s not like I haven’t done it (moved) before, on the contrary I have moved so much it portrays a wanderlust or flakiness that doesn’t really fit my true personality.
I grew up in small-town Nevada, going to the same school for 13 years. Which is good and bad. I have well-established roots, and I always knew everyone and all my teachers, and everything. BUT everyone always knows you and your business too, so good luck trying to live down embarrassing moments, changing/growing, or keeping anything on the D.L.
I went to the same college everyone goes to my first year, which required a short move to Reno (an hour away) but tried to branch out instead of staying with my same ‘ol click as most of my small-town counterparts did.
I wanted more opportunities and was chasing my veterinary dreams so I took a HUGE leap and transferred to mid-Missouri, site-unseen, my sophomore year. That move was big-time, but I was still somewhat protected by the insular world of college: I moved right into dorms and worked for campus dining services. When housing, jobs, and school all line up–moves are substantially less stress. And emotionally, I had already been away from loved ones before (moving from MT at 4) so I wasn’t lost or lonely. Plus, school and work kept me so busy, who had time to miss anything?! The move from Nevada to Missouri required a 30 hour drive. I made that drive with my mom carrying a few dorm essentials. I made that 30 hour drive with Douche, in a U-Haul. I’ve made that 30 hour round trip by myself and a car-load of essentials and a dog. I made the return trip by myself and 2 cats. I HATE that drive.
Then, my Saint George acceptance pulled me out of Missouri–which I really liked the 6 years I was there. I had to make that 30 hour drive once more, with my dad, in a U-Haul. Never again! I’m not sure anything else aside from vet school would have compelled me to ever leave the midwest. But veterinary school was calling, so I temporarily visited my parents and dropped off my cats that summer. Nevada was just a brief visit.
Except Saint George fell through a week before matriculation. Suddenly, I had nowhere to go, but obviously I wasn’t going to live with my parents–that was never the plan. I had to choose where to go–and not being based on any acceptance, it could be anywhere that had a vet school. I didn’t really know, and my parents dictated that I decide immediately.
I had been watching a lot of Frasier, wanted to try out a more liberal and city environment, and liked Washington’s veterinary program. So to Seattle I (blindly) went. Driving a car-load of essentials the 15 hours by myself. I lived with my great aunt, which I always saw as a temporary transitional set-up while I looked for my own place. I had previously gotten along famously with my college roommate, so I wasn’t discouraged Seattle housing prices negated living alone like I had in Missouri.
I moved to 12th Avenue, and soon saw what real-life roommates mean. I needed out of that place ASAP because it was ridiculous! Around this same time, I met Cool. We hit it off, and sometimes I stayed at her shared housing situation, which was WORSE then my 12th Ave scene. I don’t think I ever completed a full sleep cycle in Seattle. I was always tired, always grumpy. It made me HATE the city. I needed my own space, without crazy roommate scenarios. I needed a reasonable housing cost.
So we moved 6 hours across Washington to Spokane (with cats in Cool’s car and me driving a U-Haul). And it was so much better! We could afford our own apartment without roommates! Vet school didn’t happen for me, and the job market in Eastern Washington is horrible. There was nothing there for us–Spokane wasn’t home. We needed out, but Western Washington is out of our price range.
So I wanted to show you, I’ve moved. I have left those emotional connections and everyone I know. I’ve moved out of state. I’ve had to find housing from a distance. I’ve known the expenses. Which brings us to 2015 and my latest move.