We have condensed our 4-bedroom house to 10 boxes, 2 hike packs, and 2 puggies. I would like to thank the intense humidity and heat, the nasty mouse droppings at the back of too many cabinets, and the lack of boxes/bags/carrying devices for this very difficult honor.
I am glory-ing in the feeling of leaving the house for the last time tomorrow and just being on the open road. Will it feel more real then? I can feel this intense bubble of excitement and anticipation about to burst in my chest at the thought.
We had a fun bonfire last night and got to see friends one last time. I think last night--leaving hit me more fully than before. Leaving means no longer quick get together's or calling up and hanging out. Instead, it means quick catch-ups and brief how's it goings. The real work in staying close and involved will start.
I hope that--with wherever we "land"--we can find a community of friends and supporters, people who get (and, even more, enjoy!) our humor, who will just sit around a bonfire with us and ask for no more entertainment then shooting the crap out of a mildly innocent neck pumpkin.
Lancaster has been wonderful. Oregon, you have a lot to live up to.
--Bethany
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