It looks like my sister and her family are moving to Ogallala, Nebraska, because my brother-in-law got a job out there. That's 1,500 miles away from here. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. The thing I think I'll miss most is seeing my niece and nephew grow up.
At least keeping in touch with far-off relatives is much easier now than when my aunt moved out to Wichita, Kansas, for the same reason around 30 years ago.
My older niece has been in Clovis, New Mexico, with her dad and his family for the past year, but getting her out of here was in many ways actually a relief, because of all the trouble she'd been getting into up here in Washington. She's much happier in New Mexico, and there's not so many ways to get in trouble in small-town Clovis as it is in big-city Seattle (and neighboring Renton, Tacoma, etc.). It's about a two-hour drive from Albuquerque, the closest city of any significance. Clovis has one mall, and the local "hangout" is, of all places, the Hobby Lobby. There is a nearby Air Force base, but her dad has made it clear she doesn't get inappropriately involved with any military guys.
Anyway, we're not sure yet when they'll be making the move. Soon, I imagine. I, myself, would be really resistant to moving out to any of the Plains states without a damn good reason (not that I'm saying a good job isn't one). Not only is it flat as a pancake out there (read: homogenous and boring), but I wouldn't do well in the Bible Belt. I'm much happier on the Coast, where people are generally more open-minded and liberal. And no offense to people who prefer other kinds of landscape, but I couldn't do without the mountains and the forests and the ocean. It's my idea of pretty, and it's where I grew up.
In other news, Moral Kombat has continued to dominate my life.
I learned a new word: