Yes, I'm alive.
Before the end of last year, I mentioned I had two big announcements on my Twitter feed and Facebook page. The first was the whole Cargo Cult thing which you already know about if you read this blog.
The second is that I pretty much uprooted my whole life n the space of a weekend.
Well, not my whole life. I'm still married to my redoubtable wife. But everything else has changed.
It's been coming for some time. Dealing with the stress of what I sometimes call my "fake job" (since my real job is supposed to be writing ... just a play on the usual parlance) was getting to be too much. I was overworked, underpaid, and appreciated more in the sense that one appreciates the four walls of a room for holding up the roof. My wife's family, who've always wanted her to move back to her home state of Louisiana anyway, were sending my resume around to see if anyone bit. I got a good job offer, moving back to working nights. It was more money, less stress and responsibility, and a chance to live in a place I've always loved whenever I've been there.
So I gave my boss 3 weeks notice and went for it. I wonder how they're getting on now. Part of me hopes they're real sorry but that's getting smaller now as life goes on.
I delayed this announcement until I could tell the one close friend I had the power to tell in person. What I thought would be a short evening turned about to be an all-night celebration over champagne and whiskey and cigars. It was a good birthday present. I smoked my new "churchwarden":pipe and swapped old stories and new plans with a good friend. Thanks, Jeff.
The next day, the wife and I packed what we could in my little bachelor's car and lit out for the territory.
Right now Internet is sporadic and conditions are a little rough. But so far it's been good. I finally managed to get settled in enough that I could beack to this blog and tell you about it. I just wish the weather would cooperate. (I've heard of things being called on account of the weather - but on account of the cold? Yeaah, people here just aren't prepared.)
It's a weird way to close out my time in ATL. I lived there for 5 years and came in much the same way I left - at the spur of the moment, in the dark of night. Not that I take that to mean nothing's changed. A lot has. But it was just one of those things you notice.
I could go on but I think I will save it for the stories. Speaking of which ...keep watching this space.
And in the meantime - let's see if this state is weird enough to handle me.