I honestly don’t know if I ever discussed the how and why of ending up in Iowa City. At least not on the blog. It’s a question I get often from the locals when they find out I’m from Georgia, so I’ve grown quite accustomed to answering it.
It starts, as many stories do, with a girl. Well, two of them, I suppose. When I chose to start taking my own path in life early in my transition, one of the first real breaks from my old life was a trip to Kansas City to meet my bestie for KC Pride. There were many things I enjoyed about that visit, and the idea of returning home, while necessary, was torture.
So once the initial wave of sorrow and tears had passed, I found a resolve to change things. I applied for many jobs, mostly in Kansas City, but a few in Iowa as well, as it was closer to my girlfriend at the time. I had a job in KC lined up within two to three weeks and at the one month mark I was returning to do a final in-person interview and look at apartments.
And thus I ended up moving to Kansas City just shy of three years ago. Hard to believe it’s been that long, honestly.
During my time there I was making regular trips to Coralville, a city right outside Iowa City, to see my girlfriend. I became slightly familiar with the area and was struck by how much more openly queer the city is. Pride and Trans flags everywhere, and a very walkable and small scale urban environment.
About two months later I was doing well at that job in KC, but frustrated with my schedule and the restrictions it imposed as well as the pay structure, when I got a call from a potential employer in Iowa City. Seemed like a decent job for a much more respectable employer, plus my girlfriend was just getting an apartment there, seemed like a good move to make.
I honestly never thought much about Iowa as a state. I literally had no opinion originally, and the impressions I’d had from my road trips were wind turbines, vast fields of corn, and a city full of Pride. Oh, and those horrific Hurky statues all over the area.
Living here has actually endeared it to me further. It’s a very progressive little bubble in a state that’s unfortunately a touch conservative. Plenty of natural areas. Easy access to actually dark skies for photography stuff, and northerly enough for me to see northern lights when I put in the effort. Combined with the relative freedom to just take a weekend trip to a wide variety of interesting places like the Maquoketa Caves.
Plus my bestie eventually moved her to be with her nesting partner, so most of my chosen family is here.
While I readily admit I may not be here forever, I quite like it. The people, the local culture, the photography opportunities, and a decent job. The only thing I can see that would likely draw me away right now would be educational opportunities. I’m uncertain if the University of Iowa is the right choice for my graduate work. But that’s not a right now problem, and I’ve rambled on long enough.
Y’all take care!















