I will spare you the details and keep it brief. I moved from Birmingham, Alabama, to Sacramento, California during the summer of 2013.
Because I felt like it.
I like adventure.
I wanted to see new things, write about new things, finish a book, get a cool job, throw myself out there. I didn't want to be one of those people that said, One day I will move away and do something different.
I just wanted to get away from routine, knowing everyone, and not being able to buy toilet paper without having an hour-long conversation with so-and-so about blah-blah-blah.
I realize that will most certainly happen in Sacramento--it's close to the same size as Birmingham. It was a parallel move at best. But for now, it's all new. And in this direction there is a beach. And that direction there is snow. Over there are some mountains. And that direction is where they filmed Twin Peaks.
I'm making all these observations about the absurdities of being raised in the South versus life in sunny (too sunny) California. I'm leaning a lot about people, places, and what not to do or say to those people in those places. It's all in good fun.
People in the south really love grits. People in California really love avocados. To both I say: what else you got?