Well, things are starting to look pretty dern official. In a matter of months (maybe even weeks), I will be moving to that giant state on the bottom of the U.S. So long, winter! Bye bye, sweaters! Peace out, weekend trips to NYC! Adios, Atlantic Ocean! Hellooooo, no State Income Tax...and giant slabs of beef...and oil rigs...and tumbleweeds...and rattlesnakes...and scorpions...hmmm, maybe I should think about this first...
Future husband (we have an aversion to the word "fiance" -- don't ask me why) has been offered a pretty sweet package with his company. A 2-step promotion, a hefty raise, some kick-ass bonuses...with one catch. He has to pack up his life (and mine too) and move to the budding metropolis of...Dallas. Texas. So, after a number of late-night conversations (curse you, cell phone companies, with your stupid "after 9pm" rules!), some number crunching (by him), and some logistical planning (by me)...we're taking the plunge. We're moving to Dallas.
Now, had you asked me 5 years ago if I would be living in close proximity to scads of Cowboys fans, I would probably have laughed in your general direction. Then again, I would've done the same had you told me I'd be living in the Tiny Land of Tax-Free Shopping, and look where I am now. I guess now that I know I can "move away from home" and survive (not to mention, do a little thriving), the geography doesn't really matter. So, once again, I will be packing my life up and forging out into the great wide yonder.
Now, to find my giant belt-buckles and cowboy hat...
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