Why?

I probably should have started here.

Why am I leaving a fantastic job, amazing friends, a wonderful apartment, and a city I love to move to a remote island in Alaska?

The most straightforward answer is that my husband has a job on the island that will advance his career, that I can do freelance work, that the complicated equation of salary and cost-of-living tipped in the right direction, that I want to go back to school anyway. But of course it's a little more complicated than that.

The reality is that this is the most wildly irresponsible decision I have ever made. Up until this moment, my path has been exceedingly steady, predictable, perhaps a little boring. College, career, positions of increasing responsibility, marriage. First drink at 21 and not a day sooner, a squeaky clean record without so much as a speeding ticket or parking violation.

This is an adventure. It's a step off the treadmill for a little while, a side journey into the unknown. It's not tubing in the Vang Vieng or BASE jumping, and sure, it involves health insurance-- how adventurous can anything that comes with health insurance really be?-- but it's something different, something I never expected for or of myself. And that's exciting.

Thanks for coming along on the ride.