Because my mind went blank (from initial shock) when Clayton told me we were moving to Louisiana, the below recap of our conversation may or may not be an accurate portrayal. My memory can not be held liable:
“So you’re NOT moving back to Alaska? Where are we moving then?” To say that I was shocked is an understatement. I had mentally prepared to spend one last winter in Alaska. Near tears at this point… I AM A PLANNER.
“Shreveport, it’s about 2 hours from Dallas.” Clayton replied as though this had been presented as a viable alternative all along. Ticking through the list in my head of other places we had discussed — Nashville, Seattle, New England… Nope, no Shreveport.
“So Shreveport is in Texas then?”
“Not quite… it’s in Louisiana.”
“Excuse me, what?”
Needless to say, as a born and raised Alaskan (who spent her glorious, but all too short college years in north Idaho) I never thought I would be moving anywhere south of Oregon. Bring it on LA.