It’s nearly 10 a.m. PST and TobyJoe and I are waiting for Door to Door to drop off two blue bins. I’m currently using someone else’s wireless connection to write this. At any point I could lose it all. But that’s o.k.
Today, we’re loading the blue bins. And tomorrow we set sail. After studying the weather a bit (which really means calling Bob who works for AccuWeather.) and discovering a snow storm is to (or has) hit Utah and Colorado, we have finally decided to go the southern route, i.e. Interstate 40. That’s our final answer. Should you wish to see the actual route, you can do so by clicking here If all goes well we’ll be in Flagstaff, Arizona tomorrow by 11 p.m. (I hope.)
It was brought to my attention yesterday that I seem less stressed out about this move then I had when we were moving to San Francisco from Washington, D.C. a little over six months ago. Then, I cried a lot. I whined a lot. I bitched and moaned and freaked out about this smallest things. I was banking on something going horribly wrong. I think because deep inside, I really wasn’t ready to do it.
This time, we’re heading home. We’re returning to the place we met and the place I never quite got out of my system. After two years of being away, we’re heading back to New York City.
That’s all I’m going to write for now. I plan on updating from the road, especially given the number of friendly open wireless connections there are out there in the world. But besides a few updates from the southwestern part of the United States, and maybe one or two from Tennessee and Pennsyltuckey, the next time I write I’ll be in New York City. I’ll be home.
I began the above post on Sunday. It’s now Monday. I’m sitting in the rental van next to two, fully-packed Door to Door bins. I’m using yet another free wireless connection. My muscles feel like someone beat me severely sometime during the night. It’s a good thing all I have to do for the next five days is sit around and stay awake.
We’re leaving in about 15 minutes.
I hear there is snow in Flagstaff.
Goodbye, Sky Francisco. Goodbye.
Mihow 
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