And I’m off.
I arrived in Boston last night around 5pm. Not much to report here, except that I believe I have to say more goodbyes in this city than I am spending waking hours here. It’s tough, but encouraging. Love these boos.
Leaving Portland was one of the more frantic experiences of my life. Thanks to a tip from good Leah W., I was able to fit everything in my backpack with room to spare. She taught me the trick of rolling up all my junk and putting it zip-lock bags, then sitting on it to vacuum seal it. It’s a silly way to pack, especially when you have choose to zip-lock the baggies while sitting on them by reaching through your legs. But it worked, it’s all in. Now I weigh more than my possessions. I have a picture of everything laid out next to the bag it’s all in.
This is my whole life.
Anyway, I’ll be posting more once this trip gets a little more out of the norm, as I head through the sections of our country where hurricane Liam has never before landed. Chicago, Santa Fe, here I come.