I spent New Year’s Eve doing the final move out from my four-bedroom Seattle house. Months of winding down my affairs, weeks of posting craigslist ads to sell my furniture, days and days of packing and moving my son to his apartment, hours upon hours of trips to the Goodwill, putting stuff in storage and cleaning each and every surface...all leading to this.
It was almost midnight when I finally closed the front door of the little one-story yellow house for the last time.
As the final minutes of 2012 counted down, I drove over to my son’s warm and cozy studio apartment, still half unpacked from his move and arrived to the delicious smells of Mexican food cooking on the stove. He had made me a late night dinner (I had barely eaten all day), so we rang in the New Year eating homemade burritos and guacamole. We grinned wide excited grins knowingly as we toasted glasses filled with apple cider to our respective new lives. After that I blew up the air mattress on the floor next to his bed and went to sleep.
The next day Miles and I joined my traveling companions J and A for New Year's Day Brunch at Portage Bay restaurant. We gorged on delicious omelets and waffles fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee. Yum! After a long, long hugs with my son in front of his apartment building, we said goodbye and hit the road!
What a way to begin 2013!
I had every intention of taking one final photo of Seattle, a goodbye kiss, so to speak to my home for the past five and a half years. But alas! I was too worn out and exhausted after several 16-hour days in a row.
Here's a photo from a rest area in Washington...possibly the only snow I'll see all winter.