John asked me if I would consider moving with him two weeks in and several drinks down. His move would take him away from his current job and into an instructor position. Sure, I said, sipping a manmosa and wondering why he was asking me such a serious question in the middle of a crowded San Diego bar after only our fourth real date. I asked him what our options would be, thinking that this far off move was something I didn’t really have to take seriously. It was at least a year away, we probably wouldn’t even be together. Seattle, he listed, New York, Charleston. Oh! I love North Carolina! That’s where they filmed One Tree Hill! I said, leaning against the window we were pressed up against, trying to keep my drink from spilling all over the already slushy floor.
A year later, my little red car car packed to the brim, no address to either of our names, homeless and jobless (on my end), we’re abandoning my hometown for his new job-traversing across the states for the next month on our way to our final destination, Charleston, which I learned is in South Carolina.
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