A Long Time Coming…

So tomorrow morning we sign away the house. It’s very odd, the realization of leaving the home I’ve known for thirteen years. The comforts, the routines….all about to be turned upside down. It’s one thing to talk the talk…but now that we are having to walk it, well that’s something neither Ginger and I could possibly prepare for enough. Planning the route, hotels, and contingency plans is overwhelming. We’ve talked for years but now it’s like we’re learning how to take care of ourselves all over again. 

As if that wasn’t enough, I spoke with one of my brothers today that had written me off ten years ago. Out of the blue he called to wish us luck and that he loved me. What drove us apart still looming in my mind(I’m sure his as well), but no mention of it…just best wishes. A lot of things coming together at once in a large container truck. Packing “things”…getting rid of “things”….it appears that after so long we accumulate these things that suddenly don’t mean that much to us. The things that do…well they take a long time…a lifetime. Overwhelming hurt and healing at the same time.


Ups, Downs, Arounds

Seven days to launch and it was a mixed emotions day.

No matter how much mental preparation, I wasn’t prepared for the roller coaster I strapped myself to today.

Last night, we received word that the apartment will be ready for us when we arrive in Oregon. So that was a relief to know we have a landing zone. First thing this morning, after I shook the sleep off, I came to the realization that today was a day I had not planned for in the move. I woke up around 3 am tossing and turning.

Today, I was letting go of the work I had diligently dedicated myself to over the last 2.5 years…and hand it over to my replacement (who I helped choose). The words “I’m leaving” carried no weight 26 days ago. Zero. 

Work isn’t just work. It’s relationships…some tough…some easy…but all beneficial in their own right. It wasn’t until several years ago that I realized some relationships are worth having and fighting for. As a 42 year old male, I’m just coming to the realization that some are worth working through and compromising on differences. When I left my previous job, it was a little easier because I had been there for so long and realized nothing was going to change….this time I went in out of my element. I never worked with this demographic before and knew it was wayyyy out of my wheelhouse, but I brought something to the table they needed severely. And hey if I could inject some life and mix it up a bit(in a good way) in addition, then I’d be happy.

A call came in from Ginger at 12:00…”guess what? Clean bill of health…the house is officially sold”. It’s over. The stress of the home sale….gone. A brief celebration.

Very brief….there were constant reminders all day. “You’re saying goodbye to these people today”.

Little things…my friend outside my door turning her head at me everytime I’d say “curse you” when she’d sneeze…just a little joke since she is always blessed. Standing at a dear friend’s desk right next to the one I had just cursed, and trying to catch one more glimpse of that “kid at heart” smile of hers…while playing off that I was moving 2K miles away. Going to lunch with a great group of people and one of them leaving early and her apologizing to me for doing so for personal reasons…(deep down wishing she was comfortable enough with me to understand there was no explanation required and no offense was had). My two minion trouble makers laughing and giggling. I know the firm will be in good hands with those two, because they will take over my role wreaking havoc and stirring the pot. No. Stirring the paint can…you know when paint gets separated and that thick layer is on the bottom? They’re the ones trying desperately to dislodge the stick out of the paint can’s ass. It’s up there pretty good fellas….be sure to keep trying. Of course the ones that gave me the shot at the firm. For seeing something of value in my personality. They knew nothing of technology and had to take my word that I could do the job. The appreciation they showed me was far superior to any I had ever received before.

I tried to slow the day down, somehow trying to hold on to those friends I worked so hard to earn.

By FAR….leaving this group of people I had grown fond of over the last few years was going to be the most difficult mental challenge of the move thus far. I thought: “You’re going to have to say goodbye to them today. Yep…so hot shot, big shit…what are you going to say to them?”

What do you say? All bets are off at this point…short of saying (as several of us quoted “Half-Baked”) “F-You, F-You, F-you, You’re cool, F-You”….What do you say? Well speak your heart and if they understand you, then it was probably okay. There was never enough time to speak my heart…it’s too chatty and has tendencies to ramble….never getting to the point. Just like now.

I truly hope our paths will cross again….screw that….I don’t need a cliche’ to speak from the heart. ugghhhh another cliche’ okay dumbass get to it.

Please accept this open invitation to see, call, or write me ANY time you’re thinking of our time together. I will make time, in turn, for our friendship’s sake. Let me start, “Hey, how’s EVERYTHING in your life?”.



T minus 14 days and homeless

Well the home inspection has cleared most issues with one exception(small inconvenience).

We have chosen a place to live outside Portland proper mainly because Ginger is one of two finalists for a job about 30 minutes south. We want to be sure whoever gets a job first has an easier commute.

While we still have a lot to do and pack, the realization still is awkward to me. We are floating between packing and handling clerical tasks, so we’re able to be productive even when we aren’t packing.

It’s extremely difficult for me to believe that we will not be in Texas 2.1 weeks from today. I’m not sure how I’m going to react…I feel like a monkey being shot in to space. I know how to perform certain tasks to get treats…but jeez don’t make me land this thing.

We have booked the hotels for the travel and picked our route. Holy crap is this really going to happen?



Join us on our journey to Portland Oregon from Texas!

Greetings everyone.

If you don’t know us, we’re Ginger and Phill. We have lived in north Texas most of our lives (though neither of us are native).

Several years ago we decided that Texas was no longer for us so we started searching for a new destination to make our home. Many factors went in to that decision…weather, political climate, geography to name a few. We got out a map of the U.S. and started making x’s and o’s. Methodically we picked them off one by one, saving money for travel and turning vacations in to reconnaissance missions. We visited neighborhoods and grocery stores as well as spoke with everyone from police officers to street sweepers to baristas. We tried hard not to be blinded by the “vacation attitude” while we crunched numbers in super markets. People looked at us like we were attempting to balance the national budget. We did as much homework as possible to get ready.

The final reconnaissance mission in November (Seattle and Portland), yielded the results we had hoped. Originally we thought we would come back to Texas and start searching for jobs in/around Portland…but I asked Ginger “what do you think about just moving up there and giving it a shot?”. After all we had been saving for years, have no children, and “if not now, when?”. A few weeks later, after Ginger processed everything, she came to me and said “let’s do it”.

At first we were kind of on cruise control, handling the simpler things around the house and work. In the middle of January we topped off the mental tanks and prepared to drive it like we stole it. Picking off tasks one by one, keeping our heads down and focused.

After years of planning and discussion…the time has come. Both of us agreed that we could not endure another summer on the surface of the the sun and the air quality has spiraled out of control for the past 10 years in Dallas/Fort Worth.

We signed paperwork to list the house on the market the last week in January(less than 2 weeks later it has a contract before it made it to the listing). I was interviewing candidates to replace me at my job (since I work at a law firm, I’m the only one that knows technology) so that I could present my bosses with a few people to interview. Ginger gave her two weeks notice and I walked in to the office administrators’ office and said “I have great news….I found my replacement”. Once the confusion subsided, I explained they have about 30 days to interview and pick a candidate from the pool(only two made the grade) I vetted.

Now that we have a contract on the house and a closing date….there’s no turning back. As of today(2-10): we still don’t have movers lined up, no place to live, no jobs, and still a ton of friends to see before we leave. Things are crazy right now…but everyone needs an adventure once in a while.

Follow our 2,000 mile journey!