I must be crazy

So, as a short introduction, I should introduce myself.

Yes, I know that is what introductions are for.

My name is Bryan. A few months ago, I decided to quit a job I loved doing, one I was quite good at, and moved from Oklahoma, my birthplace and home for the past 20 years, give or take.

Later, cowboy. (Google Image/Wikipedia Creative Commons)

In late April I decided, with a little money and the entirety of my life packed into a beat up Chrysler PT Cruiser, to travel west, then north, then west, then north some more, and so on ad nauseam...

After three days, I arrived in my new home.

Honey! I'm home! (Google Image/Wikipedia Creative Commons)

Seattle! The Emerald City! Home of overpriced coffee (a drink I despise,) mandatory recycling (Wait, so the plastic Coke bottles -are- recyclable, but their caps aren't?,) and more auto pollution regulations than I know what to do with (I don't think I've ever had an emissions test.)

Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of reasons for me to move out here. For one, it's closer to family, and second, in the immortal and somewhat insulting words of one relative, "it's where I belong."

Quick story, when I was in Oklahoma I was the managing editor of a weekly community newspaper. As part of that job, I would frequently come in to contact with the local state legislators; men who I didn't necessarily agree with on a political level, but were nice enough people.

During a breakfast Q&A event sponsored by the local Chamber of Commerce, I was chatting with the area's main State House rep. In talking, I mentioned I was moving to the area and told him the story of the what my relative said (the quote I mentioned above) thinking he would find it humorous.

This man, a very conservative sort who is responsible for some pretty high-profile legislation in Oklahoma right now, looked at me, shook his head and said "Well, nothing wrong with that."

Honestly, I didn't know how to feel about that. (Google Image)

So, without further ado, I got out of there and made it to the Pacific Northwest, "amongst my own kind."

Now, after about two weeks of searching for a job that would allow me to make use of that education I went into crippling debt to obtain, I decided I needed to do something, write something.

This is it.

Join me. I'll write about things I find funny, things I find depressing, things I find balls-shattering crazy, and stories as a man who has known only Oklahoma for his entire teenage and adult life acclimates to life in the former home of the beloved Thunder.

They're still upset about that, I think. (Google Image)

I may make you laugh, I may make you cry, I may even piss you off. Hell, I might even sign up for that Google Ad-sense thing and see if I can make a little scratch. It's all good, everything is going to be alright.

Even if the Fred Meyers guys call me out for my Thunder hat while shopping for Diet Coke.