The night before lift off....
Floors were swept and bare, baseboards were scrubbed, the fish found a home and THE HOUSE SOLD (a last minute miracle – the day before we left!), and all of our clothes and worldly belongings were on a truck headed west (we hoped). We were camped out on the floor in sleeping bags...Simon had his dog bed and plastic donut. I was puffy eyed from long goodbyes and drunk from too many farewell beers. Phillip was consoling me and enjoying his own state of inebriation. Everyone was stoked.
The Departure....
I woke up drunk. Phillip was hungover. What a way to start a 3,000 mile journey. Regardless, spirits were high. We packed Simon and our bags into the Volvo and we headed out for our last cup of coffee at our favorite Greensboro java joint – the Green Bean. And then.....3, 2, 1.....
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