I handed in my keys, my parking card, and gave away what was left of my furniture, so I am officially now out of the West Seattle apartment I moved into almost exactly a year ago.
Now I am committed to this vagabond life, all my stuff either in Breeze or in Bella (mostly the big awkward stuff like telescope tripod, camp chair, awning, and other stuff I need to set up camp). I spent most of yesterday afternoon sorting things out from the bags I had basically thrown things into just to vacate the apartment and try to beat the rush out of Seattle for the big vacation weekend.
Thanks to my awesomely talented friend and her sewing machine, I now have not one but TWO hanging things to hold everything from shoes to flashlights to batteries.
This one is just inside the front door:
And this one hangs inside the bathroom:
The big stuff mostly fits under the two back benches, although I am sure I will be rearranging things, and culling them, for several weeks, while I figure out the optimal storage solution. This will include identifying what I use most often and making sure those things are easier to get to than this morning’s exercise in locating the box of contacts.
After two hours of driving, from my friend’s driveway where Breeze has been hanging out for a week, we are just south of Bellingham tonight, at Larrabee State Park, along with about half the population of Washington State, or so it feels. Holiday weekend at a state park is a popular time to be here, and the overcrowding is a bit much.
At least I’m not next to the people setting up the outdoor movie screen and doing all the smoky grilling! I did get the site next to the people who left their two big dogs tied up all day while they went off and kayaked (I’m looking at you, white car…) but now they are back so the dogs are quiet and the campground is slowly settling in for the night. Me, too.