Moving… Again

Almost 5 years ago, I packed up my life in New Zealand, said goodbye to friends and family, and jumped on a plane to a place I’d never been to before; my new home, Seattle. What followed has been the most exciting and rewarding period of my life, both personally and professionally. I’ve made this place my home. Made a lot of new friends, grown enormously, and immersed myself headlong into everything Seattle has to offer. It’s therefore bittersweet to say that this chapter of my life is soon coming to an end.

Today, I handed in my resignation at Microsoft. In a couple of months, I’ll be moving to New York City.



When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan, talking about her late husband, Carl Sagan.

Random observation

What’s the point of artificial sweetener? You’re so desperate to cut out just a teaspoon of sugar and replace it with some chemicals that have arguably dubious health implications of their own. And then with your coffee you go and get a cookie that has something like 3-4 teaspoons of sugar in it anyway… You’re retarded.

I’m alive!

Not sure if I ever announced it here, but I’ve started a blog in parallel to this one to document my time in Seattle. It’s called Tom Lives!

On it you will find fascinating and valuable information such as what car I bought, what I ate for breakfast, and who will be YOUR next American Idol! Or something. Just check it out. And comment so I’m motivated to update it more. Chur.

On the bright side…

So I’ve been a bit of a Negative Nancy in my last few blog posts. I think it’s time to lift the mood a little with some good news. The following image:

… Means that I am officially able to enter the US! Huzzah!

Additionally, everything else from my last emo post has since been resolved, so I’m feeling pretty good right about now!