“Pressure Drop” by reggae greats Toots and the Maytals has been one of my favorite songs since I was about 13 years old. It was covered by The Clash. It’s at the same time gritty and mellifluous, and has all the joy and fire of a gospel revival. It’s what I named my first zine.
And it’s how I feel now- despite my best efforts, the pressure of moving my wife, 3 daughters, and dog across the country in 12 days is getting to me. We’re driving from VA to Tx, and ultimately to Ut. It will likely be snowing/icy during the second leg of our trip.
We’re excited about Utah. It’s full of natural beauty and interesting cultural things, the least of which is Iosepa, a Hawaiian ghost town.
We are towing a cargo trailer, because our vehicle has NO storage space, and I don’t want to strap thepooch on the roof a la Mitt.
Before I can get there, I have to finish our-processing, which means getting signed out of my current base, tie up loose ends, say goodbye to everyone, move out of our home and into a hotel, and finally, drive West.
It catches up and overwhelms me if I let it, but I know I’ve been proactive and thoughtful, I’m not leaving behind sour relationships, and I’m not burning bridges. I’ve felt for over a year now that change was coming, and it’s almost, finally here.
Toots told me I would feel it, I’m ready, let’s do this.