Perhaps ’twas wishful thinking to presume I could wend my way from city life to the country in but a few months.  It shall not happen so quickly.

I’ve lived in Dallas for most of my years and I’ve lived the city life for all of them.  My roots go too deep for me to pull them up and relocate them without much time, deliberation, intent, and effort.

Aside from my writing endeavors, toward which I hope someday to focus all my efforts, my entire career has been defined by technology.  So has been the source of my income and the breadth of my experience.  Such jobs can be found with relative ease within the confines of concrete jungles.  Not so once the search spreads beyond the urban landscape to more rural areas.

But work is not the only quest that haunts me.

I must find a place to live, whether temporary or permanent.  Pursuit of both in the same move, and a move to places alien and beckoning, offers another twist, another complication, for both must be secured near simultaneously if I am to leave Dallas with the most minuscule semblance of confidence.

The five magnificent felines who share my life also must be considered.  Then there’s Larenti and my desire to rescue her before I move.  These are not matters to be taken lightly.

At month’s end I face this quandary: my lease ends, and it will cost me almost $100 more per month if I do not commit at least to another six months.  Financial issues remain at the forefront of my mind because they drive this endeavor.

Make no mistake, however, for I shall make good my escape.  Perhaps it will take longer than anticipated.  Nevertheless, it shall happen in less than twelve months.

More importantly, it will happen as quickly as I can safely ensure.