I'm not in New York - yet. But today was a turning point because the movers came and took my stuff away. I still have my bed (not moving it), clothes, and a few odds and ends. Tomorrow, someone is coming to look at lovely my little cottage (I'll miss it!), so I hope I can rent it out before I leave Seattle on January 3.
Outside, the ground is covered with snow and ice and it's very cold - not typical for Seattle. I told my daughter yesterday that this very same thing happened in 1977 when I moved from Louisville, Kentucky, to Eugene, Oregon: There was a huge snowstorm in KY and very low temps that lasted for a couple of weeks. So when I set out in my yellow-green pinto with my mom in passenger seat that February day, the roads were slick as glass in KY but bare and dry all the way across the country from there on out.
Then, I was making the classic east to west odyssey, seeking a new life in the northwest armed only with my Pinto, a couple thousand bucks, and a dream. In retrospect, not so much a dream really as a deep curiosity about what was going on the world outside my little life in Kentucky.
Now I'm started out on a west to east odyssey, and I'm way, way older (58), not the age when people do this sort of thing.
Brooklyn-bound now, inevitably, inexorably, happily, nervously - Henry Street, here I come.
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