On a chat board for disc golf, I just stumbled on this post I had made on April 28, 2005:
“Fats is deliberating “pulling a Mullet” and just up and moving in about a year to some part of the country and completely restarting his life. Any suggestion of areas? (Do NOT include your own city/state, because if Fats follows through with actually leaving, he is likely going to want to know nobody in the area – an actual restart)”
I have no recollection of ever posting that, nor did I know I had ever thought about moving anywhere. I guess it made sense; I knew I was quitting my job around that time, but to move across country where I didn’t know anyone? That would have been nuts.
Well, it turns out my guess was exactly right, even down to “pulling a Mitch” – moving for a girl. I just was wrong about the timeframe. I left on Halloween of 2007. Though it was a spur-of-the-moment idea. I think from the time I spoke with my boss to the time I left in my car was less than 6 weeks if memory serves me.
Who knew I knew? I didn’t.