Moving on

I’ve lived in the SF bay area since 1991, when I first moved up here from San Diego (Encinitas, if you want to be picky about it) for a contract job at the mothership. Nearly ten of those years was in the same house in Cupertino, the longest I have ever lived in one house my entire life. If you combine contracts and regular employment, I have worked at the same company for over 12 years.

It’s time for some major changes. In January, I will be moving households to Portland, OR (Gresham, if you want to be picky about it).

• For the first time ever, I will be living in a house I own. Well, okay, a house I have a mortgage on.
• And my dearest friends in the world will be just down the street.
• We’ll be doing some more traveling once we’re relocated. There will be camping in the bus, as well as a big trip to Thailand in the Spring.
• We’ll be spending a lot of weekend time in WA state, seeing family members and helping them deal with illness.
• The chickie-babe will be starting chiropractor school in the fall.
• And I don’t really know what I’ll be doing. Find a way to work for the mothership remotely? Write? Go back to school? Get a bunch of piercings and work in a coffee shop?

There’s a lot of change on the horizon, but I’m looking at it as change for the better, an opportunity to grow.
F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “There are no second acts in American lives.” Maybe this means I’m working on a series of one act plays. I’ll see you after the intermission. I hope you like the show.