Day 2


Day 1 Road Trip

Beautiful weather leaving Oregon. I actually cried when I saw the welcome to California sign.

So sore and exhausted. 3 weeks of packing and getting ready and now extended driving and vacation.

Such a great way to see the country.

Made it to Sacramento and then off to San Diego tomorrow.


Having your entire life packed and ready to travel separate from you in pods is definitely a strange feeling.  While the road trip is going to be amazing and an adventure, it feels scary now to make our way to the opposite coast.

My hubby is now sorting through 70 years of his family’s clutter.  His mother was a hoarder and his father was a fastidious collector, so there are boxes and boxes of useless receipts and bags.  It’s quite a burden to leave behind your hoarded effects for your children to make decisions about.  I will not be doing the same for my daughter.  I am very minimalist.

I am also bittersweet about leaving Oregon.  My heart was found here in the misty covered trees and the absolute weirdness of every day life.  Sometimes I dwell on the negativity.  I am blown away by the homelessness here and the devastation drugs have wrecked on humans.  The other day I was in New Seasons and a young girl walked in reeking of urine and buying something small.  It broke my heart when she ducked out the door and disappeared.

I am outraged that graffiti is covering every inch of building and even street art.  The gang situation is definitely an issue that we pretend in our every day lives is not happening.  But it’s there along with heroin and overdoses.  I, myself, have seen two people dead on my street from overdoses.  It’s tragic that such a beautiful city has not figured out how to handle these situations.

So we are off to a new city that will have both positive and negative traits.  I’m excited to find them all out.

I will miss the food here though.



I haven’t been creative in a while.  There have been vacations and trips and interviews and the decision to uproot from the Pacific Northwest and move to Tampa, FL.  While I’ll miss the moss covered ground and the early morning misty air, I will not miss the cold that permeates your bones.

We are renting an apartment we have never seen.  I am taking a job in a field I know nothing about.  We have decided to drive across country to move while our belongings travel in a pod.  So many changes in a year where we were warned we should not be changing anything because of death.

So here we go.  The most creative thing we could do is paint an entirely new life for ourselves.  Let the adventure begin…

And oh yeah, we are godparents to 3 chickens.



I’m beyond angry now.  I am heartbroken that I live in a country that children are being slaughtered in school every 60 hours.  I’m angry that the top 5 deadliest school shootings have occurred in the last 5 months, but I am heartbroken we as a society still wring our hands and do nothing.

I grew up around guns.  I had a healthy fear and respect for an object that could do so much damage.  But I also lost a schoolmate in middle school by senseless gun handling.  A few friends were sitting at someone’s house.  The person who lived there mentioned there was a gun easily accessed in a drawer somewhere.  They started playing with the gun and she was shot accidentally by another of my classmates.

There were days she lingered in a coma.  She did not die easily and I remember the morning we were sitting in assembly before class and the principal came to retrieve the boy who shot her.  He was told she had passed away that morning.  He disappeared from school.  In that instant when mishandling a firearm she became a victim and he became a statistic.

I’m heartbroken we allow the powerful NRA gun lobby to convince everyone they are entitled to semi-automatic and automatic powerful weapons.  I am furious that protections from people with mental illnesses purchasing weapons were rolled back by Trump.  I am furious that gun shows still exist.

We did nothing when Columbine happened.  We did nothing with Sandy Hook.  We did nothing time and time again.  Las Vegas happened and still we did nothing.

It’s time.  We can no longer sit idle while children are slaughtered.  It’s time.  Why can’t everyone see that.

The NRA is a powerful lobby, but our voices, those of reason and compassion are stronger.  I have been guilty of sitting by and watching power and money make choices for me.  Well, no longer.

I will not simply send prayers.  That is a hollow and pathetic response to this tragedy.  This boy, and yes, he is still a boy, killed 17 people yesterday.  He killed so many because he had a powerful weapon that was an instrument of hate.  His gun didn’t kill those people, but it abetted him in killing and massacring more than it did not.  These guns do not belong in the hands of our children, of our society or those with mental illness.

It’s time the NRA feels the pressure from all our voices that we will no longer allow this to happen.  We cannot wait for next time.