An escape from the jaws of Joisey...

I always identified with the Counting Crows song, "I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between..."  And New Jersey is the in-betweenest place I've ever been.  Dollared people warehousing themselves by night and shipping themselves to New York City by day, wandering  in a fatigued fog over vast highways full of inertia.  I was raised on a farm.  And now I prefer city life.   Suburbia holds no allure.

Unexpectedly I found out that I am to be assigned to a six-month consulting gig... to  be based in either Charlotte, NC or Minneapolis, MN.  Certainly not the extraordinary places I hope to meander to someday.  But pleasant cities.  And I can just stay and work, and not have to fly each week.

I just finished my old job today, and now I have two weeks to prepare my house for a six-month absence, to pack, and to acquire a TN visa.

I gave my sweet little Burmese cat away yesterday. 

I revel in change, but these changes upon changes are piling up at a disconcerting rate.  But all will be well when I hit the road, my little car full of music and anticipation. 

For now I will focus on moving my career forward, of rapidly growing into the senior consultant that I've been hired to be.  But someday soon I will be in the service of something higher and better.  The world is crying and my heart hears it. 

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[Kevin Kooiker]

So did you end up in North Carolina or Minnesota?