Halfway There

Michael made it.

He road-tripped to Indiana this week in his grandpa's '89 Chevy S-10, sans air conditioning.

And he made it. This move is happening!

After one last conference at work next week, I'll head out to Indianapolis.

But I'll take a plane. I think that means I totally cheated.

Change always works itself into a perfectly situated life, right?

But that's ok. All I need for a big change is faith. 

And Oreos.

p.s. When I was little (ok, medium) I thought Utah was the midwest. I think I just thought California had dibs on being "the West"? So I'm glad I'm moving to the real midwest now. I was strangely disappointed when I realized my faulty logic. 

And there's something about the midwest sun, right?