Mon, May 26, 2008
Move
Posted to Miscellaneous category
In 1981 I came to Boulder the week of Memorial Day. By the time I flew back to Connecticut at the end of the week, I had a programming job offer -- for much better pay than I had been making as a librarian --and a contract on a condo.
That was twentyseven years ago. Half my lifetime ago: I'll be turning 54 in a few weeks.
The week I turned twentyseven, I moved from Connecticut to Colorado. And I began living in a place that was mine, not just rented.
It was 2000 miles from my Mother, who had terminal cancer, but my access to her other than by phone had been decreasing for months, and phones work as well form Colorado as they do from the other side of Connecticut. And waiting for her to die before I moved would have felt even more ghoulish.
It was 2000 miles from my Father, and that was just as well. One big problem with living a two-hour drive away was that I couldn't just drop by for an afternoon or an evening. When I went home for a visit I ended up spending the night. 2000 miles was a very good reason for not trying to sleep in my parents' house when my Mother wasn't there, or wasn't effectively there. Sleeping in my parents' house was always problematic.
It was also 2000 miles from a guy at work I had been dating. I made sure not to give him a forwarding address or phone number. He was a geek and generally a nice guy, but he had started reminding me of my father in some ways, and he was WAY too clingy. I really didn't appreciate phone calls half an hour after I got home from work (where we had both been all day) asking what I was doing.