"Every Day I'm Hustling, Hustling, Hustling..."

Snow daze!

Alright boys, we've had enough of this "new post every day" showboating. Lisa and I haven't had the luxury of cruising around in LA traffic (in what I can only imagine is a red convertible), eating burritos, getting tattooed, wearing shorts, testing dinghies, and certainly not going to bagel shops to write blog posts.

Oh stop. We know you've been working hard too. But you guys could be tarring rooftops every day in Southern California, and we'd still envy you for getting out of this 20 degrees, "feels like 6 degrees", black ice and snow everywhere weather.  

It's like Goodwill up in here!

But, now that stuff has started moving, stuff, the albatross around the neck of anyone trying to move onto a boat for a year, we've started to breath a little easier. Last night's selling soiree, while not the social event of the year (I blame you, snow!), was a roaring success in our minds. 5 bottles down, $500-something up, and we're not having such a bad time ourselves. It's weird though, living in what basically amounts to a second-hand store; spaces taking the place of furniture we've all grown to associate with our life here. It's harder on the Fierros, who grew up with some of these things. 

Charles Shaw showed up.

But I know this is what Don intended to happen when he thought up this crazy scheme. To let all our various albatrosses fly free, across the Pacific; trading heavy memories and inertia for new, unbelievable adventures and experiences. And as we all break our butts to hustle, build, clean, pack, fix, finalize, and say goodbye to friends and family, we embrace the tradeoff for all it's worth, and look forward to February, when we're finally together and ready to fly.

Here today...

Gone tomorrow.

Sold!

Don's work desk.