Just got back home this afternoon after a 4-day trip to what might potentially be my next home. I've had a tentative job offer on the table for the last 4 months, but some of the processing and checks just takes forever. I should know definitively in like 2 months. While I'm waiting, figured it'd make sense to start exploring housing options. Plus I wanted a little vacation.

The trip was a success; found a few places that would be within my budget that I could see myself living at. All walkable, too (though I'll still have my car). And hung out with a friend.

It was strange driving home from the airport today, passing up downtown and driving through the neighborhoods to my apartment. That I may finally leave this place that I grew up in, that I've spent most of my adult life in (I've moved away before, only to be forced to come back after a couple years...thanks Great Recession). It's time though. Of my family, I'm literally the last one still here. And I don't have other relatives here. So might as well go. Plus I'll make a helluva lot more money. Hope it all works out.