Moving Right Along

The state of things is like a story arc in Doctor Who.  It's weebly-wobbly, timey-wimey, and complicated.  Let's break it down:

The big news is that the ticket has been booked, officially, for a northbound trip on the M/V Columbia.  March 28th is the big day.  It will be myself, Dash the WunderHund, and V, the big, red van, full of camping gear for the chillins when they show up for the summertime justice.

Otherwise, the new house is clean, fixed up, safe, and warm.  Dolly, my wife's car, has legal taillights now (finally) and a door handle that she can use to get out without rolling down the window.  Kids are busy in school, living dreams and whatnot.

Things in Washington seem to be careening towards.... something?  I don't know, but I don't like the way it feels.  I wanna bug out.  We'll see where life takes me.

Imminent Homecoming

Last November, I went back to Ketchikan, Alaska, a small town where I had spent almost 5 of the best years of my life. I had an amazing job, amazing co-workers, and I met my wife there. I lived on a sailboat. When I visited, I saw my friends, and we picked up right where we left off. I started making plans. 

As it stands now, I have about a month and change left here in Colorado. I'm looking forward to having a support system again, to having people around that I can depend on, that aren't lying to me or misleading me or forgetting about me or detached because of the wealth gap. I'm going to a place that still has the right to call itself a community. And I'm excited.