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Now it can be told
A few of the people on my flist already know this, but it will be news to most: and possibly very good news to some.
Two months from now, after Thanksgiving here in the US, I will be leaving Seattle and moving to Florida to be with my partner. We met online in 2001 and have been together, in a long-distance relationship, since 2002. It’s a huge step for me (for both of us), and a very scary one, since I’m leaving my job and will have to find a new one in a poor job market. But we have waited long enough. I turn 50 in a month, and, well, life’s too short.
We've been planning and discussing this for some time; this Monday, I gave official notice at work. Yes, I gave them two month's notice, not two weeks. Given that much time, they may actually hire my replacement in time for me to train her. They might even start to figure out just what they're losing, but that won't be my concern any more.
For me, it's face forward now, although there will be some backwards glances too.
I deeply love the Pacific Northwest – it’s my home, and always will be. But home is also where the heart is, and that’s wherever she is, and that’s where I need to be.
Our long-term plan is to move back to ‘Ecotopia’ after retirement. For me, this is an exile of sorts, and part of a pattern in my life. I was born in the Northwest, and this will be the third time I’ve had to leave it. Each time, I’ve returned; I plan to return this time too.
I’m going to be starting an additional journal, a personal one (wow, what a novel idea!), which will be a place for information about the move, and the trip – I’ll be packing up the books and antiques for shipment by freight carrier, and my partner and I will drive my car across the country. I’m really looking forward to the trip, and the adventure! And who knows, I might continue to maintain the second journal even afterwards, rather than interrupting teh LOLs for personal notices and writerly ponderations.
The new journal will, at least at first, be moderated-access-only and friends-locked, because it will contain information on exactly where we are and what we’re doing while we’re on the road. For two women traveling on their own, this isn’t something I want available to the public. So if you want to be in on it, please let me know, and I’ll happily send you an invitation.
And the ‘very good news’ I mentioned? Well, for the next several years, I’ll actually be living on the East Coast. This is somewhat mind-boggling to me, daughter of the West that I am. On the other hand, it does mean that I might be able to visit some of the lovely people I’ve met online who happen to live on that end of the continent. More adventures!
'Beth
September 2010
Two months from now, after Thanksgiving here in the US, I will be leaving Seattle and moving to Florida to be with my partner. We met online in 2001 and have been together, in a long-distance relationship, since 2002. It’s a huge step for me (for both of us), and a very scary one, since I’m leaving my job and will have to find a new one in a poor job market. But we have waited long enough. I turn 50 in a month, and, well, life’s too short.
We've been planning and discussing this for some time; this Monday, I gave official notice at work. Yes, I gave them two month's notice, not two weeks. Given that much time, they may actually hire my replacement in time for me to train her. They might even start to figure out just what they're losing, but that won't be my concern any more.
For me, it's face forward now, although there will be some backwards glances too.
I deeply love the Pacific Northwest – it’s my home, and always will be. But home is also where the heart is, and that’s wherever she is, and that’s where I need to be.
Our long-term plan is to move back to ‘Ecotopia’ after retirement. For me, this is an exile of sorts, and part of a pattern in my life. I was born in the Northwest, and this will be the third time I’ve had to leave it. Each time, I’ve returned; I plan to return this time too.
I’m going to be starting an additional journal, a personal one (wow, what a novel idea!), which will be a place for information about the move, and the trip – I’ll be packing up the books and antiques for shipment by freight carrier, and my partner and I will drive my car across the country. I’m really looking forward to the trip, and the adventure! And who knows, I might continue to maintain the second journal even afterwards, rather than interrupting teh LOLs for personal notices and writerly ponderations.
The new journal will, at least at first, be moderated-access-only and friends-locked, because it will contain information on exactly where we are and what we’re doing while we’re on the road. For two women traveling on their own, this isn’t something I want available to the public. So if you want to be in on it, please let me know, and I’ll happily send you an invitation.
And the ‘very good news’ I mentioned? Well, for the next several years, I’ll actually be living on the East Coast. This is somewhat mind-boggling to me, daughter of the West that I am. On the other hand, it does mean that I might be able to visit some of the lovely people I’ve met online who happen to live on that end of the continent. More adventures!
'Beth
September 2010
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And since I've already butted in, let me just add that thunderstorms are the best!!
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I lived in Oregon for four years, incollege, and the rain there was even more constant, even, and incessant. From my point of view, the Seattle rain has far more variety and interest!
And, although the tired old saw about the Eskimos and their 47 words for snow is a linguistic myth, there actually are more words for that in the English language for rain.
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And as far as butting in is concerned, one of the things I think is lovely about the internet is that conversations do spread themselves around, and people do pipe up.
Normally I'm a reasonably cautious risk-averse person, but a good thunderstorm? Wow! I've just never been able to sympathise with the hide-under-the-bed approach to one. No! That's when it's time to dance!