In twelve hours
08.25.2003My entire life probably won't fill 14 cubic feet. That's the size of the U-haul I rented. Moving is always bittersweet. There's the pleasant expectation of the future, and the sadness of leaving an old familiar place behind. And Kalamazoo is the first place — in a long, long time — that I'd honestly call Home.
In twelve hours, I'll pack about two dozen random boxes and other assorted items into the back of the truck. I've a nice bottle of wine or two saved up to pass around w/ my mates ... enough for a toast or two, but not enough to get me snickered. I do have to drive, after all.
In twelve hours, I'll hit the interstate in a large truck. Annie & Sophie, my intrepid cat sidekicks, will ride shotgun. I assume they'll meow the entire two-and-a-half hours. That's OK. It'll go well w/ the country music. After all, when you're on the interstate around midnight in a large, clunky truck, driving through Midwest America, country music's a given.
Oh, by the way, my cell phone no longer works. I'm back to only having email as a means of communication. Remember those days? Everyone thought I was nuts ... I had DSL and an active phone line ... but didn't even bother to plug in my phone for months.
Posted by Miguel at 11:37 AM
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I miss Kazoo a lot!! It was quite perfect. It's got everything I want - nature, 4 seasons, amazing Spring and Fall foliage, friendly awesome people, not too many malls, a faily large school population. Most importantly I unintentionally 'created' a family there, made up of friends and mentors, many of which are now in different places...
Well, good luck on your next journey.
You'll find a Home again. = )
Posted by: Steph at August 25, 2003 03:44 PM
you will be missed.
Posted by: dan at August 26, 2003 01:24 AM