Opening Day

Looking out over a blueslate Seattle sky, ferry boats crossing Puget Sound on their way to Bremmerton and Bainbridge Island. Behind me, Seattle's iconic Space Needle still points with hope towards an imaginary future. Jibran, my orange taby, is missing this spectacular view on account of his hiding in the bathtub.

We're in a new place -- my parent's apartment in Seattle. Our home -- the home Jibran has known for almost two years, and that has been my home for three -- is as empty as hermit crab's discarded shell. Yesterday the movers came and took everything away, following a three-week long process of sorting, tossing, packing, and giving away (we threw a potlatch birthday party for Iz , giving away several scores of books but also bookshelves, a couch, a TV, even many of our condiments). As I was putting some belongings in my car and putting up temproary window-tinting (for secuirty and comfort against the Midwestern sun), the barista from the Tully's told me I should have just sold everything, including the car, and bought a Harley.

It is, I suppose, a nice twist on Mark 10:21, "Sell all you have and buy a motorcycle." Tempting, man, very very tempting...

Instead, here I am with all my possesions in boxes, a cat who is hiding in the bathtub, and 3000 miles ahead of me. :) And I'm looking forward to every mile...

peace,
dsm