Today marks four years since we moved to Seattle from Atlanta. We moved here on a Wednesday and I started work at a now-defunct startup the following Monday.
The whole day was incredible: so many things could have gone wrong but none of them did.
* we got up early with a 3 year old and a 1 1/2 year old and made our flight.
* we packed a *ton* of stuff to keep the young-uns amused, none of which we could get to (our bag was unceremoniously taken from us and stored), but we didn’t need any of it.
* we arrived at Seatac with our 16 bags and a rental car reservation, and were soon on our way.
* we arrived at our new apartment complex (The Shorewood on Mercer Island) and took possession of our new digs.
* while we were en route, the rental furniture arrived and was set up for us.
All we needed to buy was food. I think our phone service and DSL was connected as well.
And variances in the job market notwithstanding, we’re glad we came.