There's Doin's a Transpirin'

I'm vaguely certain that this is the place my first chocolate lab, Duke,
chased an antelope for about half a mile. The antelope was faster.
Population of Rawlins, Wyoming: Fast antelope.

It seems as though this blog will need a new name.

There's no copyright infringement nor copywriting brilliance on the horizon that is necessitating this change. Instead, it appears we will be moving.

I'm such a tease. That's all the information I have to share at the moment because everything is up in the air. I want to stress something right off the bat: I'm not dying to change the name of this blog. That is to say, I'm not dying to leave Maine.

We like it here. Check that. I love it here. There's bacon-dusted french fries, lighthouses, great off-leash dog areas and an airport I can (and do) walk to from my house. And there's this.

Thing is, we need a job, TW and I. One of us has to work. It's tragic, I know. What it boils down to at the moment is this score: Job offers that would require a move 2, Job offers that would not require a move 0. The state of Maine's population isn't growing, thus the demand for physician assistants is not exactly booming. Nor is the demand for journalists.

We have to go where the job offers are. I will tell you two things about the situation. We are staying in New England and we are not considering a move to Rawlins, Wyoming. It's an awful place in an awful location and I mean that in every insulting way possible.

We will not be in the middle of nowhere. We will have a nonstop flight to Florida (my family) or Minnesota (hers). That's all you're getting for now.

Most people couldn't live with the uncertainty of a pending move. It could be stressful. We are absolutely relishing the options. Many of you reading this, most of you in fact, will never leave the state you are born in. Most people don't. And that's fine. But I've bounced around the country. I've lived in six states. My dog has spent the night in more states than my brother and she's not even 2 years old.

It's not that I enjoy moving. It's that I've learned nothing really changes when you move. You go to sleep in the same bed, with the same sheets, with the same wife. The TV is the same. The TV shows are the same. The food in the kitchen doesn't really change. Life goes on.

The hardest part is leaving behind good people. We've left a church we helped found in Utah. We've both left our families, myself multiple times. It's not pleasant. And there are the friends. Many wonderful friends. People wonder why I have 675 Facebook friends. I get around.

And it seems I'll be getting around again. I don't particularly want to, but the options that lie ahead are exciting. And they're certainly better than Rawlins.

Comments

  1. Beer RunnerMarch 27, 2012 at 9:22 AM

    I'll still be naked thinking about you, even if it's a state away.

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  2. CatherineMarch 27, 2012 at 10:33 AM

    This is exciting. Congrats on the offers!

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  3. SarahMarch 28, 2012 at 7:08 AM

    I feel like La Crosse is not being considered. This makes me sad.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 28, 2012 at 5:03 PM

    Jim, my first full-time journalism job was in rawlins and I concur with your assessment. --peg barney

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