So we actually left

(by mark)

On Wednesday, some good friends helped us pack up our stuff and joined us for one last good meal at one of Baltimore's many good restaurants, Woodberry Kitchen. (Thanks for a lovely last day in Baltimore, guys!). Then Cassie and I began the final stages of moving out of the house--cleaning, gathering up all those stupid little items that you don't really want anymore but you don't really want to throw away. All the while, I was worrying about the house, the repairs, the costs (Oh, the cost!!), and, of course, which new bike I should buy when we finally get to Colorado (talk about cost!).

So now we're vagabonds, essentially homeless. We drove away from our house, the place we called home for three and half years, for the last time. For me, the whole thing has been quite surreal, like somehow it's not really true. I've dreamed of living in a place like Fort Collins CO for years but was never sure if we'd actually get a chance to do it. Why? I guess other things in life are slightly more important than being able to bike in the mountains. But it's getting harder for me to refute the evidence that this is actually happening. Our car is loaded up and now I sit in a coffee shop outside Harrisburg PA to check my email.

We spent the night in PA at Cassie's parents apartment. One of our cars is going to be shipped to Colorado and we've arranged to have it picked up here. We had a nice dinner and crashed. We were both very tired from a week of running around and lifting heavy objects.

From Move2008

(Someone tell me why it's so hard to move old couches in and out of old houses? In the old days, did they bring the couches in before they built the doors?)

This morning, we were greeted with a pleasant surprise. It snowed a bit here in central PA. Snow always warms my heart. Good thing we brought our bikes.

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