It’s been an insane few weeks since my husband randomly applied to a job because it sounded too good to be true. But now, we’re here in Oregon, waiting for our stuff to show up. It was fun, but what next? See, the road trip, while a symbol of a new life and much needed […]
Planned Route: Pittsburgh, PA To St Clair, MO 9 hours, 54 minutes of driving 654 milesProposed Stops: Topiary Park, Hoagies and Hops, Some of the world’s largest things, The Gateway Arch This is one of three long days in the car and we’re hoping my back can take it. We do have alternatives planned.But today […]
And the road trip is on!
So when one day that was just like any other day the past eighteen months, my husband saw a job in a small town in Oregon, much farther south and east than we had ever discussed living, but it’s his dream job, at his dream salary, he jokingly asked me if he should he apply.
And, as his manic pixie dream wife, I said, “You’re goddamn right you should apply. Who cares that it’s not anywhere we ever considered living. It’s small and safe, on a lake, in the mountains, in the high desert. Oh no! It’s gorgeous! Whatever shall we do…”
Now, we’re moving to Oregon in a week.
Are you okay?” She hadn’t meant to ask, but the question slipped out.
He shook himself. “Yeah. Just. Stuff. You know.”
“Oh, believe me, I know about “just stuff.” I’m comprised of about ninety percent “just stuff”.”