I am accused of being overly cryptic in my online communications. Usually, my vague ramblings are no more than me trying to work through something in my head. Sometimes, there’s actually something going on.
The past few months have fallen in the latter category.
Next month is the ninth anniversary of the Otis clan’s South Carolina citizenship. We moved here by accident, my wife following a job and me following my wife. We both ended up with great jobs and working for a great guy. We got married here and we had a kid here. We did just about everything that means anything to us from this home base on Mt. Otis. We met some of our best friends in the world, many of whom still live in what we lovingly call G-Vegas. We love this damned city and all it’s given us. As I’ve said before, all things being equal, I could probably live out the rest of my life here happily.
Most times, though, things aren’t equal. This happens to be one of those times.
We’re leaving Greenville.
We’re actually leaving more than Greenville. We’re leaving South Carolina. In fact, we’re leaving the United States. It’s not happening tomorrow, but by the time most folks are celebrating Independence Day in the U.S., I expect us to be living in another country. We’re not moving far, but we’re moving far enough.
I expect to write about this a lot more in the future. For now, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole concept.
We’re moving to Toronto.