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Somewhere in the middle of Kansas it occurred to me--I had forgotten to rent an apartment.
In my old life--the one of three days ago--this really wouldn’t have been a big deal, but a quick look in my rearview mirror confirmed that today was a new day. I was married to the cute girl driving the white Honda Civic which, like my pick-up, was loaded down with all of our possessions and headed to our new home in Colorado.
It was at this moment, somewhere in the vastness of the Great Plains that I first began to understand my new responsibility. It wasn’t quite like the proverbial light-switch being thrown, but it was close – and I became a bit emotional, swept up in the sun and the heat and the freedom of my new life and overcome by the shame of not taking care of a fairly big item on the “Starting a New Life” checklist.