This week, I move from Brooklyn, New York to Portland, Oregon. At first, I processed the move as “across the country” in a vague sense. Later, I realized that I was moving almost exactly from coast to coast. It wasn’t until I was on the phone with a moving company and they were walking through a script that I learned that I will be moving about 2900 miles.
I’ve actually made the coast-to-move before – in the summer of 2009, my family moved from Buffalo, NY to Berkeley, CA. My mom and brother flew there with our tranquilized cat in tow; my dad and I were tasked with getting the family car to our new home.
We took the I-80 almost the the entire way. We sped through familiar territory, at first echoing the Buffalo-Oberlin trip I’d memorized during my freshman year. Our first night was in Joliet, Illinois, next to a Bob Evans. The only vaguely watchable TV was Shark Week.
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