Less than 48 hours until I'm no longer a resident of California...
My room/house looks like a hurricane came through it, but its getting better.
I'm writing this from my knees. My computer's here on the desk that will be picked up by movers tomorrow, and my chair is elsewhere. I'm surrounded by clothes to take, clothes to pack, and clothes to donate. CD's to sort through. A few boxes of journals and letters that will come with us in the car.
"Us" is my sister and me. We're going to go see the Grand Canyon this week; neither of us ever have. We'll see a good amount of desert too, then we'll see lovelies in KC, then we'll pull into Minneapolis about a week from today.
I keep thinking about what's the same and what's different from when I did this the last time. Almost everything is different, but yet here I am, surrounded by items, a car still to clean and route to plan, drinking coffee, listening to a mix of sappy country and angry rap music, thinking it's a beautiful day - just like I was three years and three months ago.
I'm not alone this time. When I left Fayetteville I was gloriously alone and all was right. As I leave Healdsburg I have Megan, and all is right.
I've said goodbye slowly and quietly here. One at a time. I won't get to see everybody I'd like to say goodbye to before I leave this time. Last time there were parties. A few of them. This time, I want a conversations, a glass of wine if there's time, and hugs. I still cry a little but I know all is well.
It is indeed a beautiful day.