My time in Denver is short. It’s 7:35am. We have only to take trash to the trash drop-off and pack the car. I’m not sure we can fit what we have set aside in the car, though. It will be an interesting exercise.
Out the window I can see the Rockies beyond fields of grass containing exactly 5 trees. I will miss the Rockies.
I will miss Denver. This is that moment when all that uncertainty comes to the fore because I’m leaving a situation I’m very comfortable in for the unknown. I had very few regrets leaving Seattle–only regrets for the friends I’d no longer see. I have many more–maybe regrets is not the right word, so let’s go with reservations. I have many more reservations about leaving Denver. I have a life here and a place and there are people and places and events I will miss. I know we will find a new place for ourselves in Portland. It will be fine; we will be fine. Portland will be yet another adventure for the husband and I.
Packing and cleaning the house was a chore. We threw out a lot of food and cleaning products. I have much guilt over how much. Most of the garbage are foodstuffs we cannot take with us. Next time I pack up a house (which will hopefully be never), I will be sure to pack the bathroom first. Two weeks in advance. Under the cabinets was brutal. So many cleaning and beauty products down the drain. I couldn’t find it in myself to toss the toilet bowl cleaner, and who doesn’t use toilet bowl cleaner? So whoever takes over the house will be the new proud owners of 4 bottles of mostly full toilet bowl cleaner. After throwing away an unseemly amount of cleaning products and foodstuffs, I vowed to never buy anything again. (hah)
I’m still sick. The sore throat passed and we’re moving on to not-terrible coughing. I have a feeling the husband will be doing most of the driving on this trip. Poor guy. He’s put in 90% of the effort needed to make the move physically happen.