One Move After Another

So, I must bid farewell to my birthplace, my home for so many years.

I'm moving from Memphis, TN to Davenport, IA. No worries, folks, it's about an hour or so away from all the flooding, so I'll be alright.

It's a job transfer, part of which will help define my role with my current employer and hopefully will mean the start of many more worldly opportunities within this company. Without getting into too many specifics that will, no doubt, bore many readers, it seems like a really good personal and financial move for me to make.

Though, I can't say there's no sadness in my heart. It feels like I've grown somewhat attached to this place, like it is somehow an extension of who I am. I feel like I am this place, not that I live in this place. It seems, at least on one level, that I'm taking myself away from everything that's shaped my personality.

Though I know this is probably the first of many bold moves I'll make in this short life time, this to me seems like the most important. The first chance I'll have to really shape who I am for an entirely new batch of people and places that haven't the first clue of who I am. There's no predetermined prejudice, or no glory to seek from people that haven't met me. I can literally be whoever I want to be.

And yet, I think I'll take this opportunity to show that I am still the same, normal, talkative, and very opinionated Joe. While this may be an opportunity that many would envy, I'm likely to look at it as a better way to prove to myself that I am still and will always be exactly who I am.

Eh, well. If it ain't broke, why fix it?

I guess this will just be a test of the saying: "You can take the boy out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy."

We'll see.