Six weeks and gone

In 45 days, I will be on the road to Portland, Oregon in a big yellow moving van, with all of my worldly possessions in the back.

Do I know where I will live when I get to Portland? Nope. (Though my sister has a spare basement to loan me for a few weeks.)

Do I have a job lined up in Portland? Nope. (Though I have six months' living expenses saved.)

Do I know what kind of job I will look for when I get to Portland? Nope. (Though I'm working on it.)

Um...have I lost my mind? I don't think so. But the way I've been living my life hasn't been working, and the familiar ways I know for making it better are failing, too; so why not head in the most attractive direction and cast my fortune to the fates?

I'll miss Houston. Of all the places I have lived, Houston is my favorite. The people are great, and the city has a lot of hidden pleasures that take a few years to ferret out.

Even after five years here, though, Houston doesn't feel like home, and I doubt it ever will. I wouldn't want to stay here forever, or marry here and settle down. Having realized that, and seeing my 35th birthday staring at me just down the calendar, I think it's time to move to where I would settle down.

Now I've just got to come up with a new blog name…