I made it.
That ass in Longview who asked if I was moving home because I "just couldn't cut it out (there)" can suck it.
I can cut any damn ol' thing I set to, including hefting my way across the Northwest U.S. in a U-Haul, towing my car behind me. Including being closer to my older, frailer, wearier parents. Including applying for, interviewing for and landing a job all within a week, all within my hometown, all within my talent set.
Can't cut what, exactly?
