Return to Dixie
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010This post is to officially announce that I am moving back to the South, that is south of the Mason-Dixon. That’s right. I’m leaving the bright lights of New York City for the light of the neon moons of Nashville, Tennessee.
I was going to wait until next week, but most people in my office seem to already know about it, so I don’t really see any harm in just coming out with it.
A few of weeks ago, my boss told me that he thought I should move there to run our agency office there. I thought about it. I annoyed my friends talking about it. I wowed my mom by talking about it — and the fact that when she visits me she won’t have to walk up five flights of stairs and when she gets there she’ll have central air conditioning again.
Basically, every way that I looked at the offer it was a win. How could I refuse?
So, right after my birthday, September 3 — send cash so that I don’t have to move a lot of bulky presents — I’ll be moving to Nashville, Tennessee, where I can apply to carry a handgun and I don’t have to pay state income tax — except on interest and dividends.
Here’s a short list of the things I am most excited about:
- Central air conditioning.
- A pool.
- A dishwasher.
- A proper freezer.
- Hell, I’m looking forward to a proper kitchen where I can cook like a civilized human being!
- Having a car — even though I hate driving — so that I can pick up and go where and when I please.
- A cost of living that is 53% what it is here in NYC.
- Not walking behind gaggles of gape-mouthed, fat-ass, meandering, indecisive, inattentive, rude, and mind-numbingly stupid tourists on my way to work.
Don’t get me wrong, there are a number of things I’m not particularly excited about. Things that include:
- Driving.
- Being the gayest person anyone has ever seen.
- Door-to-door religionists.
- Anti-abortion people.
- The lack of Pinkberry.
- Doing my own laundry.
There’s a lot more to it on both sides, but ultimately it makes the most sense (Value-dense!) for me to make the change, take the challenge.
So, look out, Dirty South! I’m coming back and I’m bringing with me no shortage of haughty New York attitude combined with a fair bit of southern aristocratic bearing.