"Because it's there"

       So as Leslie and I unpack and sift through our recent adventure moving the Aldebaran, things continue to move forward.
       I have begun to feel like a bit of a veteran uprooter (if you'll allow me such an in-eloquence). Every precious photo boxed up, every favorite chair sold, and all the broken routines in the world can't compare to the first time someone leaves a home permanently.
       Andy finished packing and I called him a car. We stood on the curb in the freezing shadow of our building. He made fun of my shoes. I teased him about his new "performance fit" jeans. The car rolled up. We packed him in. With a hug, he was off.
       So Andy will go off to teach snowboarding for 2 weeks. Then it's my turn to leave, and I will meet him the first week of January at Aldebaran to begin building our home for the next year. Until February 1st, Lisa and Leslie will stay in New York wrapping up any loose ends and selling all our crap. Carl is wrangling his own life into submission all on his lonesome in Seattle through Feb 1 as well.
       These days are the hardest in your standard uprooting. There is this messy mayhem that leads to little micro bursts of regret. That person you didn't get to see, your favorite sandwich shop you didn't get to go to, and the whole world you begin to notice around you as your surroundings come into retrospect. This stings, and not the slow burn or torturous pangs that mire pre-college breakup letters. It's a punch in the gut every time you think of something, it's a bar fight. Shit flying everywhere, you're never quite sure what's going on, you just know you should get the hell out of there. But you can't, there are things you need to do before you can leave.
    The one thing I can say from experience is that I have found that all the credit card companies, banks, utility companies, and phone companies will happily track you down after your move. They may act a little mad but as long as you pay, they are all bark. So screw'em and go see that friend, get the sandwich, and have one last hurrah with the presently nostalgic world you are about to leave.

In 45 days the entire crew of the Aldebaran will be together for only the second time in the 2 years since this endeavor began.

¡Larga vida a las malas ideas!




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