Big sky, country.

I have been in Montana for most of the summer, as it turns out, and the Wayward household is moving out here for the fall and winter. It's just too nice to leave. I like the club, I like the city, I have found a nice routine here, and we're lucky enough to be very mobile. I've found an apartment and will be hauling some things out here from Portland next month.

Weirdly, this is the first time I've actually relocated because of a better work environment. I have one friend who's moved at least four times to settle for months in a city where she enjoyed working, and I have traveled a lot over the past two years, hitting more clubs in that time period than I had in the previous ten years.

I think this means I might be able to deduct the moving expenses as well, though I'm not sure if that holds true for independent contractors. Also, I'm scared to learn to drive in the snow. Portland doesn't get it, Ohio did, and I didn't even try to learn there, just stayed put.

This is the kind of town that people visit and dream of moving to; it inspires those fantasies of settling down and enjoying the sleepy college town life. Probably just like Austin did in, oh, 1987. Don't look for me fly fishing or anything, but I'll probably attempt to take some more serious skiing lessons this winter.