This month marks 20 years since I made the first major move of my life. I left Cincinnati for Phoenix in July, 1994.
I still find it hard to fathom that it has been that long. I recently visited there and a lot of it still felt very familiar. I am quickly approaching my nine year anniversary of moving to Mooresville from Phoenix. Again, it doesn’t feel like it has been that long.
I have at least one more major move planned. At some point I want to move to the Pacific Northwest. Initially I would love to live and work in urban Seattle (Queen Anne/Downtown area), but that may be more or less a pipe dream. That would require the perfect job opportunity (one that I could walk to) as well as a major downsizing (or investment in a storage locker). I would also love to live on the Oregon Coast in the small town of Manzanita. That will most likely have to wait for retirement, which in these uncertain times may be a pipe dream as well.