I have started to pack seriously in the last week or so. No buyer yet but I will be gone by June 30th. My new life is waiting in Tacoma. Such nice things to look forward to will help the seperation from Alaska. I have yet to cut the strings and remove the roots that I have anchored in the last 15 years. As I will I will let some fall and remain in the ground.
What an interesting life I have had here. Never dreamed even in a nightmare to live so long in such a strange place. That love and hate relationship, nothing new just strange how it develops.
I have been happy here even if this is not the place for me to be. The best was the friendship that I have developed. Those strong intelligent independent women that have been a constant joy and salvation. They have stimulated my being and kept me whole. They are family.
Anyway, once more, my little treasures are being tucked away and moved. Where and when they get to be freed is one of my numerous questions. We are looking for a place to rent in Tacoma. Something small and urban where I can walk to the park and the coffee shop, the bookstore and read my book by the water (under my umbrella, probably). No bear spray is involved in my wandering mind.
Few fun events before I go, a wedding and a trip to Homer, then a long 4 days drive to Tacoma. A road trip to commemorate the Alaskan Chapter of my life. I will remember turning 50, it has been quite a shift.