i’m packed and ready to roll to seattle. heading out either friday morning or saturday, depending upon a small detail yet straggling and fluttering in the wind.
this trip west is the culmination of close to ten years of wistful and wishful thinking. i fell in love with seattle during a series of conferences there in 1998 and swore i would eventually make my way there and call it home.
of course, every time it seemed i was close to managing it, something would come along and upset the apple cart. one time in particular, i was packed and ready to roll (just like this, actually) and the very eve of departure, those waiting for me in seattle called to say it was ‘off’. they’d ‘changed their minds’ about letting the room to me. i was, of course, crushed.
this time is not without its challenges and it will be tight getting there, but once there, a true friend, a good friend, a friend i know i can count upon is waiting. this makes me smile, mostly because i have frequently recurrent lessons on how special true friends are…
so, i’m packed. and ready. and waiting. and this image is taken from shots of me packing and images of the packed boxes, melted down and spun out as is usual for me.
i call it ‘moving on’…. the title is multi-layered of itself, but i won’t bore you with the details. suffice to say it fits for many reasons, least of which is that i am actually moving.