$1,100 was the high end for a moving truck and a trailer for the Jeep.
That was not a normal thing for me to price on a Monday afternoon. Yodle had finished the interviews and asked for two or three professional references, including at least two managers. I still did not have an offer, but it finally looked real enough to plan around.
I sent a note to my girlfriend: “It is starting to look like this thing is really gonna go down.”
Then I made a list.
I needed to sort out a cell phone plan, find a gym in New York, sublet my Denver apartment, move my dog Trix to Indiana, deal with the storage unit, move our things across the country, and finish a real budget. My Denver lease ran through the end of October. I wanted somebody in the apartment by September 1.
The list mixed tiny things with enormous ones. A gym membership sat beside moving to another city. A cell phone plan sat beside leaving Beatport. That was about right. The job decision was only one line. Everything attached to it was the actual work.
I checked the truck price. A truck plus a trailer for the 1977 Jeep CJ5 would be somewhere between $700 and $1,100.
“FUN,” I wrote. “I am going to see if I can figure out another way to do it, hahah.”
I was still running technology at Beatport in Denver. New York had been a pile of flights, interviews, research, and apartment math for months. The request for references changed the tone. I could start putting dates and prices against the idea.
There was still no signed offer. There was a Jeep, a dog, a lease, a storage unit, and a possible U-Haul across the country.
That was close enough to begin.