The day after we landed, Trevor took off again. You never saw a guy so jacked up on adrenaline and caffeine for the entire duration of a 2,000 mile road trip. That plane ride home must have been a sleepy one. He had a layover in Salt Lake on his way back to Chicago. I don’t think Utah will ever be the same for him.
Ten or so days after that, our stuff arrived from the shitty movers. They had not been careful, and much of it was either damaged or destroyed. They are shitty, shitty movers, and I hate them.
We’re still not fully unpacked, but at least we’re in California, in our little place by the beach. Our daughter is now a California girl. Born in Chicago, she’ll be a California girl with California parents from now on. That’s how we wanted it.
So. Life. All of it. Permanently changed.
To say that a little dust has been unsettled is like saying Mt. Saint Helens chucked up a little dirt.
But it’s falling into place, speck by speck.
So, here we have the end of Operation: Move to California as Soon as Possible. It wasn’t easy, but it was fast.
What to do now that we’re here? Primarily: raise Aliena to be the best possible human being we can raise her to be. Secondarily: chip away at those writing projects. Diligence, patience, and constant learning will be the keys in both endeavors.
Also, I have a surfboard I’ve been meaning to take out on the water. Someday soon, I’ll get around to that.
Trip takeaway – beer list:
- Chicago: Half Acre Brewery
- Kansas City: Boulevard Brewing Company
- Colorado: Oskar Blues Brewery
- Utah: Wasatch Brewery
- California: Anchor Brewing