As I continue to pile everything I own into moving boxes I realize that I can’t quite pinpoint when this whole moving thing really began.

Sure I remember a late night discussion with Heather where we mused about moving to the East Coast, but that was over 8 years ago. Again about 5 years ago we gave Portland ’1 more year’ to have things take off or we’d consider moving. Again things took off so that isn’t the root of THIS move.

When was it? What day was the day where the seed of an idea got planted that we should pack everything up and move into the city? To me that moment is a struggle to recall, a slept in late and now I’m trying to grasp at the fading strings of memory from my vivid dream.

So rather than point to the planting of the seed, I guess I’m stuck pointing to the day that the seedling breached it’s tiny little head from the well fertilized ground. Heather and I found a new sitter on Sitter City and when we were interviewing her we got to talking about how much time we spend on the east side of town, how much we love it over there and how nice it would be to live over there. Her reply:

“Why don’t you do it then?”

So that’s where we are… Why not indeed. This pain of packing, kids freaking out, body exhaustion will soon be a fading memory and the reality of being in a new place where I can WALK places, take my bike, roam more free will be what fills my day. I just wish I could click my heels together three times and make it all happen now….without all the damn boxes.