Four years ago today, it was snowing as I drove north through Redding, California. I was driving up I-5, the spine of the west coast, on my way from Los Angeles to Portland, Oregon. I had a kitty in the passenger seat, and a car stuffed with boxes of clothes, camping gear, books and whatever else I could fit.
At the end of the road was a new city I didn’t know. No job. No apartment. No friends or familiar faces.
It sounds reckless and scary, and I guess it was. I wouldn’t recommend doing such a thing now, four years later, considering the economy and being more familiar with the job market in Portland.
But would I recommend moving to a new city alone? Doing something scary? Leaving the comfort of the familiar for something new?
Unequivocally, YES. A thousand times, YES. It has been, without a doubt, one of the best things that I’ve ever done.
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