Only a Few Months Left

We’re moving to a new house soon. As of today, the exact date and time of the move is “2016.” If you want a more specific date and time, I’d say, “the first half of 2016.” Which is soon, but sometimes not soon enough.

There are a number of reasons for this move. For one, we’ve been in our current house for fifteen years now and almost every light bulb has burned out. For another, I got out of the car yesterday, walked across the lawn, and realized we need to mow. But the last straw happened over the weekend when we ran out of ice cubes.

In all seriousness, though: the real reason can be summed up in a single word: traffic. That’s right, we got traffic. With a capital T and that rhymes with Z and that stands for ZOMG I cannot stand this commute another day.

In the whole grand scheme of things, I suppose it’s not horrible. It’s not like I’m Thurmond Alford, a man who lives in Richmond, VA and works in Washington, DC. Here’s a man who doesn’t seem to mind a 220-mile, seven-hour daily round-trip commute. I’m also not an “extreme commuter,” defined as someone who travels more than 90 minutes to work each way, each day. (Though, to be sure, there are certain days where it will take 90 minutes. But that’s not the norm, thankfully.)

So how long does my commute take? The answer is simple: too long. I don’t measure it in minutes. I measure it in blood pressure.

Back in 2001 when we moved to Austin, we didn’t know where to live. Our real estate agent assured us we should live south. And I was happy with our choice for about 36 hours. After that, I realized that 95% of the tech jobs in Austin are on the OTHER side of town.


But by then we’d moved. The kids were in school. And that was that.

However, first one kid graduated high school, then the other. And suddenly I thought: hey, I don’t have to stay here any more. So last May we started looking around. Last July we signed a purchase contract with a builder. And last week my blood pressure went up again when they closed yet another lane on Loop 1.

In short, the new house can’t get finished soon enough. I’ve gotta get these precious hours of my life back and applied to something useful. Like changing light bulbs, mowing the lawn, and filling ice trays.

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