She says in her article, “It was startlingly simple to dismantle the life I'd spent a decade building.”
And I wonder, was it really simple? Did you ever have doubts? Did you ever have panic attacks, breakdowns, have oh-my-god-what-the-hell-did-I-do moments?
Well, I can now tell you from experience, it’s so amazingly simple and complex all at the same time.
No, I’m not dropping everything and moving to an island to sell ice cream. Instead, I moved to Austin, TX. To find a new adventure.
When I told people of my daring venture, their responses were interesting. Jealousy, astonishment, respect, awe, (“you have quite the lady balls,” as one friend put it) but also doubt, apprehension, confusion (“Why are you moving to TEXAS of all places?!”). I shrugged off the awe, letting them know I was used to moving around, that it wasn’t a big deal for me, that it would just be another adventure. I got fired up over the apprehension (“Why not?” was always my answer) feeling the need to justify my move to Austin: for the city feel, the music, the all-year-round warmth, the “Keep it Weird” mantra, etc.
Moving is in my blood. It’s been a part of my family since birth, thanks to adventurous parents who decided in their early twenties to take their little family across the Atlantic Ocean and start a life in America, just to see what it was like.
21 years and more than 10 moves later, I can’t sit still. Moving across the country alone with few possessions is inevitable if you’re in my family. As my mom helped me pack, going to town on a few cardboard boxes with a roll of duct tape, she waxed nostalgic, saying how good it felt to be back in the moving grind, even if it wasn’t for her, but for her soon-to-be Texan daughter.
When a dear friend of mine found out she was moving to Texas a year ago, it wasn’t what she’d hoped for. But, orders are orders, and Sally’s boyfriend was to be stationed at Fort Hood, about an hour from Austin. Determined not to fall into the trap of plop houses and country livin’, she shopped around for houses in East Austin, but in the end, chose the quiet town of Belton, in a cute house with the occupancy growing by the day (ask her how she got her newest addition, a black cat named Scoop).
Intrigued by Austin (unless you live under a rock, you know Austin is like, the number one city to live in, according to every news source ever), I spent a wet and soggy Friendsgiving in Belton, taking a day trip to Austin and determining then that yes, I’d be moving there, as soon as I could.
Now, I had a target.
After a few dedicated months of sending my resume and clips all over Austin, I was offered a job at Community Impact newspaper, going back to what I love.
Next stop: Austin.
(stay tuned where part 2, where I drive across the country and gain a newfound respect for truck drivers).