Seven months ago I came to the realization that if I didn’t make massive changes to my life, my family and I were going to end up in deep trouble.
Aging parents thousands of miles away … a housing market that never truly recovered from the 2008 housing crash … an anemic employment market … a school system starting to unravel … etc etc etc.
So when it became clear back in March 2016 that the housing market in my neighborhood finally had a pulse, I knew we had to sell ASAP and move closer to parents while the chance to seize this opportunity existed.
Better to to take action before a crisis hit.
So I just spent six months doing a 2,000-mile relocation of our family on short notice. For most of that time I worked non-stop from 6am to 10pm, seven days a week.
The writing (obviously) slowed down to a trickle. It’s my only regret in doing this relocation so fast. But it was worth the price, because the worst of the move is over.
Now I’m rolling up my sleeves and tackling the writing side of things. So after months of quiet from me, things are about to get noisy.