As my Facebook status said last September 1, "off we go!" To Wisconsin, and our new home in the woods. It's our one year Wisconsin-iversary! In honor of this momentous occasion, I have a story to tell you. One I'm not sure how I never got around to telling. Maybe because I was busy moving across the country with two children so small they were practically fetuses. Or something.
The whole reason we moved was because of Al Roker. Really! Last July, we were considering the move, but we just couldn't make a 100% final decision, so we were still prefacing the idea with "maybe/possibly/perhaps/weather permitting". J had the job lined up, we had my parents scouring the woods for houses with potential, we'd interviewed a realtor in Austin about maybe/possibly/perhaps listing our house there. But we hadn't fully committed to the move yet and kept going back to "are we SURE we can leave Austin/our friends/malls/Mighty Fine french fries?" Life, or at least where to live it, was up in the air. UNTIL. One morning, J was home. I have no idea how that happened, because in my memories of Austin, J's never home. But he WAS home, and we were watching the Today Show. And you know how Al Roker does his pick city of the day, and tells you about the weather in that far-off burg? And it always seems to be some mid-sized city where the weather is nicer than wherever you are, but it's never more off the path places like, say, Rhinelander, Wisconsin? Well, on that day where J and I were feeling like we needed to make a final decision, oh, about ten minutes ago (Austin or Rhinelander? Austin or Rhinelander? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH OUR LIVES?!?!) .... Al Roker picked Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Not even kidding you. There, in front of our faces on the flatscreen TV, was the undeniable answer. Sent straight from Al Roker (via God). So we called the movers and we moved. And from now on, I'll trust Al Roker (okay, and God) with all of my big life decisions, because those guys knew what they were doing there.