So we’re moving. In less than two weeks.To Colorado. We found out four days ago.
It has been a dream of Phil’s and mine to leave this area for several years now. We’ve daydreamed together about moving to California, talking about what we want to do in the future. Our dreams aren’t terribly grand, we just want a place to call home, a place to cook good food, have awesome neighbors, and to raise our family with many adventures. Our dreams shifted when we visited Seattle last winter and realized that our dreams aren’t just confined to California.
We tried our best over the past year and half to find an opening to get out to the west coast, but nothing fell into place. Lots of closed doors, lots of we’re sorry’s, lots of thanks but no thanks. Two weeks after Ender was born, what seemed like the perfect opportunity fell into our laps and Phil got flown out to California for a whirlwind weekend of interviews while I managed a newborn and the panic inducing possibility of moving cross country. That fell through with a promise of trying again this past January. The last six months of 2014 were spent with Phil buckled down, trying to learn an entirely new programming language, succeeding, only to reapply in January and to be turned down for the second time. Yeah, our year didn’t really start out so well. But within two days of getting turned down for the second time, we got a call and were asked if we wanted to move to Denver. Yes was the immediate answer. Anything that puts us closer to California and out of our current state of residence works. From the middle of January when he started the interview process to this past Thursday, we’ve been quietly waiting to see if this would be it.
I got the call from Phil midday on Thursday saying that the company was making the decision that day. It wasn’t even a half hour later when he texted to say he got the job, and oh by the way, we’re moving in two weeks. When we first decided to try for moving out west, I felt this whisper that once things were going to happen, things were going to move very fast. I’ve always felt this would be the case, so when I heard “two weeks” was all the time we got to move, I felt somewhat prepared, although, I use that term loosely.
Every other opportunity to move west that we’ve had has brought various feelings of uneasiness, or something just felt off. Even though it was disappointing every other time to hear no, again and again and again, we always knew it wasn’t time, but our time was still coming. Neither one of us have any checks or red flags about this move. Everything is falling together somewhat smoothly, the pieces are fitting, and even though it is a heck of a lot to do in now less than two weeks, we feel prepared, we are ready, and this new adventure is desperate to start.
Cross country moves are no stranger to me. I have moved cross country four times, although I really only remember two of those moves clearly. I am good at figuring out my surroundings fast, my mom and I soon knew the streets and locations of various stores sometimes better than the locals. I know how to move, I know how to reorient myself in a new place. It is in my blood, I have been itching for a move such as this for several. Only now, I feel like every single string that was holding me here has been cut loose, I am free, and it is a relief. It is like breathing in that first shaky breath after holding it in while being unsure of something working out. It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be grand, and I can’t wait to introduce Ender to a new place, Phil as well as he has never lived any other place than the county he was born in.
All that to say, holy cow, people, we’re moving! In 11 days. In 11 days, we board our plane and fly out of this place. I have my moments of feeling utterly overwhelmed, especially as I have ten thousand lists running through my mind and I can’t figure out which one I should start trying to tackle. So far, in three days, I’ve got an apartment pinned down, finalizing paperwork (yay, adulthood!) for that, our hotel is booked, our plane tickets bought (boo having only two weeks notice), and now we know when our load of belongings is going to arrive at our new place.
I will miss the friends and family who are dearest to me and who I get to see fairly often in person. Moving away is only an excuse for lots of visits and I know several are already being planned. The door has been opened, and the Royers are going west. I’m excited, we’re all excited, and this is going to be one heck of an adventure.