I had known for a while that Houston was an inevitability. Eric works for Chevron after all and, while they are headquartered here in San Ramon, the jobs that most interested him were in Houston. So when my company flew me to the holiday party in Houston, we looked around a bit. Admittedly, it was a halfhearted effort. We had just bought our condo in San Leandro and hoped to stay at least two to three years.
Less than a year later and here we are.
Even though I moved to California to be with Eric, I didn't move here just because of him. Many many years ago, I had lived here and loved it. I had always intended to come back. This time...well...I never did make such a vow regarding Houston. Or any part of Texas for that matter.* So this time...I move for him.
We've talked to relocation specialists and realtors and moving companies. I've been sorting through listings. There are open houses to host and the city of Houston to tour. There are trips that were planned far in advance. Eric's mother is coming to visit tomorrow. Last minute good-byes to plan. All before the beginning of October.
Stressed? Me? Nah...
Since we are going on this grand adventure, I thought it might be good to document it. And while this is not the best entry in a blog EVAR, it's gonna have to do. I'll hopefully write more tomorrow.
* No offense meant to the state of Texas. My only time spent in Texas prior to the move threat was for work to our Ft. Worth office. I saw the office, the hotel, and a couple of restaurants. My only impression was that they are really fond of meat products.
No comments:
Post a Comment