This is Serious

Ever since we came back from Crested Butte, pretty much all I think about is, well, Crested Butte. When I tell people that, they usually laugh. They think I'm joking or that I'm just one of those people who had a really good vacation and doesn't want to come back to reality. That's not it, though. Chris and I have been contemplating a move out of state for several months now and had yet to decide definitively where we wanted to go. Now we know.

And although knowing, in the immortal words of G.I. Joe, is half the battle, there's still a substantial chunk of battle ahead of us. I've never been much of a fly by the seat of my pants, risk taker. I'm naturally a bit more cautious. I don't tend to do things like pick up and move across the country when I've lived within 70 miles of where I grew up my entire life. However, only once or twice in my life have I ever wanted anything this much. And now, while my parents are still young and vital and don't need me to take care of them and I don't have any kids whose lives I'd be uprooting, seems like an ideal time to do it if I'm going to.

Even so, I'm still not the type of person who's going to leave right away without any kind of a plan. After all, I have two puppy girls to support and I will not have them living on the street. Besides, the only bums in Crested Butte are ski bums.

So I've got some work ahead of me. I need an exit strategy—one that doesn't leave me starving and destitute. And because I know this will not happen immediately, I also need to set some goals for the fall. There are still a few things I want to do before I go.