Later today, I start my cross-country trek to find a new place to live. The past two weeks have been amazing. They have been a whirlwind of emotion with a frantic house closing mixed in. Surprisingly, I have been more excited than sad. I cannot wait to get behind the wheel.

I started this two-week extrication from Boston with a lunch with my friend Steve. As Steve and I were parting, he said something that stopped me in my tracks. He said, “I hope you find what you are looking for.”

This has been going around and around in my head since he said it. I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m looking for by doing something like this. You dont move 3,135 miles from home during the worst economic period of your lifetime to one of the country’s most expensive cities if you aren’t looking for something. You definitely don’t do it without a job.

Maybe that passage from the Erin McCarley song I love answers the question:

Ive gotta figure it out
I need a story to tell
Wheres the feeling I long for
Ive gotta figure it out
…

Big city streets are calling me loud
The busy keeps me high
Well this quiet town is wearing me down tonight

Lastly, the only other thing that keeps running through my head are the last few sentences from a Bill Simmons column after he moved from Boston to LA.

Per usual, Simmons says it better than I ever could:

Suddenly I’m the frustrated transplant, relying on DirecTV, Internet coverage, message boards and phone calls to follow my teams. It wont be the same. I left my heart in Boston, along that stretch of Memorial Drive.

Some day, Ill go back to get it.

Hopefully, I will have found what I am looking for before I return home.

Goodbye Boston.

(for now)