So...I did a thing.
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Earlier this year I did my first interstate move. Born and raised in the Sunshine State (full of Snowbirds, gators, and tropical heat all year long), my family and needed a change of pace. So, we decided to relocate to the fabulous epitome of the American Midwest: Ohio!
You never know how much stuff you have until you have to pack all of it in boxes and hire someone to Tetris those into a moving truck (plus two sedan-sized cars and a rental SUV). I lived in a thousand square foot apartment for four years, full of carpet with a narrow hallway of a kitchen. Before that, I hopped all over Central Florida year after year, accumulating more memorabilia with each new place (and adding to my collection of paperbacks). Downsizing all of that took a lot of hard decisions and being very brutal in sorting through my TBR pile. But somehow, we managed to clear it all out and get all of our safety deposit back.
The drive up was another first. I always rode with [insert significant other or parental figure here] on my other moves because of my famous tendency to get lost. Same thing with road trips and vacations. GPS is the biggest reason I got my first smart phone. This time we had so many vehicles we had to caravan up, I got to be in front of the steering wheel. My cat rode with me. She was so thrilled.
Over three days and a few pet-friendly hotels, we finally made it to our new home! It had hardwood floors, a window AC unit, and was built sometime between the 40s and 50s. Every surface I step on squeaks and I get to see fireflies flashing outside my window every day when I get home from work. The deer are HUGE and pop out often. There are trees and hills EVERYWHERE. But some things are still familiar. I still see sweet tea at all the restaurants.
If this was in Florida, a couple alligators would be sunning themselves and I would zig-zag run outta there.
The most frequent question I get when people find out where I'm from is: why? Followed by: wait for winter. We'll see if they're right.
Brie Tart writes fantasies in which she draws the mythical from the mundane. She spends the rest of her time dabbling in languages and prepping for her next adventure.