Over the years I've tried to learn to grow attached to people and not things. Every time I move I pack some cloths into a suite case, put the laptop in its bag, jump into whatever I happen to be driving that year and I am ready for my next adventure. In recent years I've also added a 2nd suite case filled with various wires, cables and miscellaneous gadgets such as my wireless router and external hard drive.

This means that I have a certain ritual I need to follow whenever I move.

Step one is getting rid of the big stuff, the beds, couches, desks, tables and anything else that either I or a friend dragged in. For these items Craigslist is my friend. I find that buying things off Craigslist and reselling them when I leave means not having to spend thousands of dollars on a moving truck, plus I save quite a bit of money and keep our landfills just a little less full.

With the exception of my bed, everything sold in less than 24 hours. I suspect the only reason I am not sleeping on the floor tonight is that I accidentally posted the last of my beds in Atlanta rather than Seattle. Maybe subconsciously I did that on purpose. Is it even possible to do something subconsciously on purpose?

The next step was to plan lunch and dinner with friends. Not good bye meals, I never really say goodbye. No, my plans consisted of mapping my rout to see as many old friends as possible along the way and planning out my driving times so that I would pass each person at mealtime. This last part is pretty easy since for me any time of day or night can be mealtime.

The only thing left is to wash my cloths, sweep the floors and visit Costco for bags and bags of munchies. Having recently decided that a heart attack was not something I wanted in my future I went on a diet and lost 55 lbs. This trip however is a perfect excuse to deviate from my new lifestyle for a few days since munching keeps me awake behind the wheel. I’m still sticking to a mostly healthy regiment of nuts and fruit but I do plan to have at least a couple bags of baked chips and dried meats.

This leaves me sitting here on my last night in Seattle, downloading audio books with the realization that I still have internet, which means I forgot to return he modem and will surely be set upon by the Comcast mafia if I neglect  to do so tomorrow.