Just Write {82}

I always ask for spinach and black olives and pickles and lettuce and spicy mustard. If I get the spinach, I’ll feel healthy. Doesn’t it make everythign healthy? Jared, the sub sandwich guy who lost all that weight, would be proud.

On the way to the airport, alone, I sat again with Ira Glass and This American Life. The two hour trip goes by quickly with Ira in the passenger seat. So to speak.

Spinach leaf stems keep popping out the side of my mouth with the bites and I suddenly am fully aware that there’s someone at the table next to mine and he feels too close. Too close for eating comfort. We are basically eating together but so separate, waiting for planes.

This trip was planned starting yesterday morning, and here I am, alone in an airport but not alone because of the strangers. But still alone.

This isn’t the easy thing to do. The easy option is to stay in what we know, but it’s become really obvious that moving to Austin is what we’re doing. All signs point….

we have roots in Minnesota and they’re deep and long and wide and there are so many years of knowing the spaces and places and people. I can feel this shift in me–like something is tearing even while we’re excited and happy to be making this change.

I’ll be house hunting; a whirlwind trip which leaves just tomorrow to see loads of houses. Wish me luck and say a prayer and cross your fingers and toes…

It seems like most of the time, the hard thing is the right thing. In given the right to choose, I have so often run from the hard thing and it feels good to not run. We’re turning toward the hard thing and doing it. We’re moving to Austin, Texas.

I say that and I feel a little bit like I’m looking around , not for strangers at tables too close, but for our extended Minnesotan families, to see if I’m caught. Because the hardest part is going far away from them and it still matters so much what they think and how they feel.

And now, as I finish freely writing this, I’m sitting in a hotel room alone the sun is coming through the window. This is surreal and good and hard.

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