We left everything behind. Couches. Beds. Lamps. Fancy, kid-approved gaming chairs with padded headrests and perfect swivels.
The 6am departure morphed into seven-ish, but somehow, two cars packed to the brim with odd and ends, Xboxes, and obviously my Keurig, red Kitchen Aid, and every single Le Creuset purchased over the years, snaked along side the early Lake Tahoe morning glimmers, two kids and a husky glued to the windows.
They weren't glued, really. In reality, we sped through town feeling like upended vagabonds, leaving behind a life in the mountains and looking only forward, anticipating all the changes related to residing in America's 4th largest city.
It was exhilarating. Liberating. The alt country seeping through the speakers only slightly muffled by the occasional gold fish crunch or Gracie in the back, shifting her paws and curling into a more accommodating pose.
