Neck Deep

DESIGN LOVE FEST

It ain't no thing really.

Just packing up all our shit and getting out of the desert and back to the rain forest. Why can't we have the best of both worlds? Sunshine and evergreen forests.

Wait I think we can, we just have to find it....

Where do you suggest?

As we swim in a sea of boxes I laugh as I pack multiple boxes of shoes. Wee bit of a shoe fetish LadyStiles?

I am not even going to admit to the magnitude that came out of the kitchen. WOW. Cake tins anyone?

Bellingham here we come! Back....

I must admit as soon as we put the perishables in the box we will point the things that matter north (bikes, climbing gear and loved ones) and explore old stomping grounds and explore new places. Sunshine Coast... Revelstoke.... The possibilities are kind of mind numbing. September is the best time to be in the Pacific Northwest.

Speaking of mind numbing experiences, Las Vegas was all the hype and a little more. I will post a few photos in a bit but you can also peek at them on Facebook. I let you in on the good deats and none of the garbage.

Right now I am swimming in boxes and creativity, stoked to dive back into the things I love with all the knowledge I have gained here on my sabbatical in the desert.

Back to the boxes for now.

Take care friends!

Madness

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

I would rather do ANYTHING right now than pack my house.

I will even revive my blog - twice in a day - to avoid wrapping another item in paper, move another box, and most of all: decide if we really need all this stuff. Piece by piece - everything must go someplace. Piece by piece.

Moving is a great exercise - it needs to happen every couple of years in order to truly purge all these items that accumulate and weigh us down. Keep it light - moving is hell.

I should clarify a minor detail right off the bat - I am the pack rat in my little family. I know this has caused tension with everyone that I have ever lived with. My Mom told me that when I left, the house was just so much cleaner. Zara, my first roommate was completely the opposite than I, clean and just as organized as a china store. Her closet was so well thought out it hurts just thinking about it, she sorted by color, sleeve length and who knows how. I never learned from her, I should have. John despises, cringes and despises more things that we don't need, use, or that have no purpose. I am learning. I resisted for a long time, resistance is futile, I am willing to be open. He has resolved to the fact that I am going to pack eight or so I my Grandma's quilts around for the rest of our lives and I might have a slight shoe fetish, oh yeah, and like my Grandma, I overstock our pantries.

Craig's list, Goodwill, the curbside, friends and family - ones man trash is an others treasure. I am letting go of this clutter (honestly I still have a very robust closet and kitchen). Moving is going to be a fact of our lives. I know that I am going to be packing this stuff several more times in the coming years. I am going to try my hardest to keep it light.

Well, that is a wrap for the day. The kitchen in 90% packed and feels a bit desolate. A list is prepared for another busy day tomorrow. Piece by piece.

It is starting to hit home. I am leaving - we are leaving. Yep we are leaving! It is in the 70's on the east side while it has rained here all day and looks like it is going to continue to rain for the next 8 months solid. Change is good.