driving off into the sunset
We moved. Moving, basically, sucks. Even when you want to, even when you chose it, even when you believe it’s the right decision. I’ve moved around a decent amount in my 32 years (this is my 8th city and 6th state) but it still sucks. It’s a thousand goodbyes combined with a thousand boxes. They say it’s one of the 10 most stressful life events.
yup, it’s full
This move is different than the others, though, because we chose it. In every other case I’ve moved for a job, whether it was mine, my father’s or my husband’s. And while I’ve generally embraced it (well, my parents might argue differently about 10 year old Alicia!) there’s also been a sense of ‘hey, this wasn’t my idea. I’m just making the best of it.’
there’s a lot of paperwork
But this one’s on me. I think that Boulder is the best place for Whimseybox and for us, and that’s why we decided to do it. But it’s a grey area. We left great people, people like my friend and colleague Bri who has worked on Whimsebox almost since the beginning. We left the Houston startup community, which is about to explode IMO. We left friends. We left comfort and security.
that’s the last of it
We left a house we love. I don’t want to go on too much about a house (that we didn’t even own) but I really loved that place. It was a great place to live and a great place to work everyday. It’s where Whimseybox was born, it’s where we shot our very first video, it’s the backdrop for a thousand project pictures. It was home.
this was a particularly tense moment on the trip
And on top of that Patrick and Alyssa, two full-time Whimseboxers and Houston natives, are moving to Boulder too. I do not underestimate their commitment to the incredible adventure we’re sharing at all. It’s a huge vote of confidence in what we’re building and I feel a deep sense of responsibility to them.
1250 miles to go
Am I whining? I hope not. I can see the freaking Flatirons from where I sit right now. I have the incredible fortune of choosing where I want to live. I live and breathe craft everyday. I have an amazing husband and family. This is the least sad story ever written. But also, my car was supposed to arrive 3 days ago and I have no idea where it is… so it’s not all mountain views and sunshine.
the crude sign might be silly, but we’ve wanted this for a long time.
A few hours ago I ran across this Portandia clip about ‘cropping out all the sadness’ and thought that it would make sense to share some of the parts of this move that you can’t see on Instagram.
PS- While writing this they finally called about my car. It should be here in an hour. I am almost relieved, but at this point I’ll believe it when I see it. If you have to ship a car, I would not recommend All States Car Transport or Link Auto Transport. Also, if you’re looking for a startup business idea, figure out a better way to sort out the mish-mash system of brokers and auto transportation carriers because it’s a mess.
PPS- I hate how only the negative stuff makes it online, so this is a good chance to give props to our moving company who did a great job. We used All My Sons and had both Houston and Denver crews. They did a very good job and I was especially impressed with one of the guys here (David) who helped unload us. I’m writing this 1/2 to let other people know and 1/2 so we can remember to get him next time we move.