Here We Go
Today is moving day. But not in the usual way. Most people have an address to go to when they move. We have a general direction - west, and a potential town - Portland. But we really don't know where we're going. We're moving in the sense of pure motion, and we'll know where we're going when we get there.
Everything we own, aside from my car, which I'll be driving, with the dogs as copilots, is in the 14 foot Uhaul truck in the driveway. All we need to do this morning is eat breakfast and throw a few last things into the truck. The house is clean. We've said most of our good-byes - except for one or two who will pop by to see us off. We're ready to go, but not in a hurry now. We're savoring this last lovely morning in Taos, after a night in sleeping bags on an air bed in the living room, looking out at the billions of stars we've become so familiar with. It was like camping, and it was a good way to spend our last night in this house.
So here we go. First stop, Flagstaff, Arizona, where I know there's at least one vegan restaurant, and a hotel reservation with our name on it. Adios, Taos. And thank you, House. We'd take you with us if we could.