Burning Man is finally over (for another year, at least) and after two weeks in the desert and many adventures leading to and from that big dusty thing I do every year, I'm settling back into real life.  Except it doesn't feel real yet, because I'm not in San Francisco ( Read more... )

We visited one of my favorite places in the whole world today.


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I love this goddamn city.  I'm happy to be back, Seattle.

Thanks for teaching me that, San Francisco.

And, also, I fucking love San Francisco.  I'm sad to have left.

Thanks for teaching me that, Seattle.

I often forget that Patrick is not from here, and feel pained when I see him swirl through the types of emotions I felt when I first moved to San Francisco.  As such, I am trying to provide him a little bit of an intro to Seattle - local stuff mixed with "tourist" stuff (which really shouldn't be written off, given that there are so many wonderful ( Read more... )

Erik and Ian came over today and helped us unload the trailer.  I was shocked at how fast it went - I ran up to the grocery store to procure beers and ingredients for dinner, and by the time I got back everything was done and Ian, Erik and Patrick were sitting on the curb outside talking about politics.  How did it take us so damn long to pack when ( Read more... )

So, Seattle.

We meet again.

I'd like you to meet my sidekicks, Patrick, Fëanor and Suna.

I am so exhausted.

But it's a good excuse for VICTORY BEER at 6:10AM, right?  

Finally ( Read more... )

Okay, I admit it.

I cried when I changed my journal profile over to say "Seattle, WA" instead of "San Francisco, CA."

This is happening.  I don't... I feel broken.

The move is officially underway. We are taking the cats to Patrick's mom's, and continuing on to Seattle to drop off my car. We will return to San Francisco with my dad's pickup truck, so that we can tow a trailer with our stuff up to Seattle next week.

It's actually happening. For real. I'm... Of mixed feelings, happy and sad, but it feels really ( Read more... )

There's a weird hollow quality to these last few weeks here in the Bay Area. It's as though I am going through my life, doing all the stuff I'd normally do, but with this weird, "Is this the last time?" thought gnawing at the back of my mind.

Then, there are moments where I'm flooded with things I wish I'd done, things I should do, things I'll miss ( Read more... )