Yeah yeah. We all know that. Sort of. We know it, but we do not feel the consequences of it if we don’t do anything that confronts its size. A road trip from Maine to San Diego would do it. So would being open to relocation for a job. And there’s my topic.

I’m not married to Austin. Austin has a mystique for many, but I moved here from Australia. I’m a little spoiled. Austin is great, though. It is not perfect. It’s segregated, has only buses (*cough* it’s 2016!), and is car-centric no matter what you’ve been told. White bike lanes are cute. Show me office buildings with showers. Plan A is, of course, staying here, but I have plans C, C, D, M, and SA: Cincinnati, Columbus, Dallas, and San Antonio. I am aware that I am writing this list in Austin in early October. Let’s see how I feel in January.

Are those cities all I have? No. The US is huge, and I feel it as I surf Indeed and Dice and look at the map. Places I’m willing to move to are far from my immediate family. Really far. Holy-moly-this-country-is-big far. My brain hurts.