The Makings For a Perfect Disaster

My life is seeing a series of significant changes in the next couple of weeks that are hard to process until they happen. In May or June of last year, I let myself see the world immediately around me, and I realized it wasn't the best place for my son to grow up. I reached out to the wife, and we decided that moving closer to her family and my friends was the obvious answer.

We'd lived in the "South" for roughly eight years, and enough was enough. I won't go into any detail about the reasons for abandoning the ship, but it makes the most sense if I want to see my kid grow up better. That could lead to many interpretations and guesses about why we're leaving, so this is the best way to put it in one sentence.

I don't want my kid to grow up in the 1800s; I need him to understand that progress has been made and that he can be a part of that change.

So, as I pack one of the last few boxes before we go—as they say in ancient Asian cultures—"ham" on finishing up what needs to go, I prepare for what's coming next. We'll embark on a two-day journey through several states to our new destination, and after a few weeks stay elsewhere: our new home. It's been a hard several months in preparation for this. Whether it was waiting for the house to be sold or the death rattle of the reasons we want to leave, keeping us alive only to make matters worse.

That's an extreme response, but it's the truth, at least to me. There's nothing worse than purgatory, and when things are slowly falling apart around you, you can't help but feel like you've made the biggest mistake of your life. That whole "not being in control" thing sets me off.

But that'll all change when we arrive at our new home.

After we arrive, I have to go straight into generating hype for my new book, Lawson City: Disintegration, which has an expected release date of August 9th, 2024. Actually, this is the first time I've announced the date.

This should all be interesting. But it's not about the destination, they say, but the journey. We'll see about that.