I’m Katherine. I’m at 31-year-old Louisiana native about to move to Austin.
*Cue The Jefferson’s Theme Song*
About this time two years ago I decided to pack up my things move to Houston. A treacherous four-hour drive down I10 from my native Baton Rouge. Ok so maybe treacherous is a bit strong of a word, but if you’ve driven from BR to HOU you know how crappy that drive can be…the Basin Bridge, the Lake Chuck gun bridge, Beaumont…need I say more? If you haven’t made that drive, you’re lucky.
I moved to a city with no friends (mistake 1), to work in an industry I knew nothing about (mistake 2). My first nine months in Houston culminated in me cry on my couch at 1 in the afternoon on the phone to my mom. Normally Jo-Jo would have dispensed the usual mom advice “it’ll get better, don’t give up, be positive.” Instead she told me “just quit.” So simple, so easy, quit. Now to be honest I’ve never quit a job because I hated it. I quit because of a move or because I found another job. But I’ve never quit without a plan. I couldn’t just quit without another option could I? In short, yes I could. Once I let the idea of quitting settle in my brain I felt like I could breath again. It seemed so obvious, so inspired, quit my job. And that’s exactly what I did.
The next morning I walked into my office and…
it was empty.
HA! No one was in yet. I printed my letter of resignation, clear out my desk, left a list of all my logins and passwords, and I waited. After 45 minutes I received and email from my boss stating he would not be in until the afternoon possible the next day. Well that did not work for me, I couldn’t wait. So I quit via email. Yes I know probably not the most professional but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I sent the email to my boss and his assistant, left a copy on his desk and my list on her’s and walked out. I never got a response from him, just phone calls from a few coworkers. I got home that morning, sat down on the couch I had been crying on the day before and breathed a sign of utter relief, I was free. But what to do with this new freedom?
Go to camp!
I called up my friend Katie B (now Katie G), who is in charge of hiring staff for an all girls summer camp here in Texas and asked if I could come back. “Of course!” she practically shouted through the phone. It would be my 8th summer at Waldemar and one of the best.
During my two blissful months at camp I had the privilege of rooming with my long time friend Marisa (MDawg). Marisa and I have known each other since my first summer back in 2009, but only in the last few years have we become close friends. Last summer we both returned to camp in need of refuge, peace, and clarity. In August I returned to Houston and Marisa moved to Austin with the message, “If you ever decided to come to Austin let me know.” That thought lingered in my mind over the fall. Could I? Should I? Move to Austin? And come December I had my answer, YES!
I texted MDawg asking if she need a roommate come summer and I’m pretty sure I could hear her scream all the way in Houston. The plan was set in motion, we found a kick ass apartment, coordinated furniture, and discussed roommate rules. My epic move to Austin is now ONE MONTH away.
Stayed tuned and follow me along my journey as an LA Transplant navigating my way west. Get ready because thing are about to get weird!