My husband has been working on a little island in Southeast Alaska for nearly four years now, and the commute was getting hard on both of us. A few months ago we decided I should at least give the place a try, even though I'm a notorious home-body and very intense nester. I've loved most every minute of living in Kentucky and could write at least a short book about the virtues of this unique landscape and community. I'm not going to dive into the pain of tearing, moving, and cleaning up the last six years of my life, but there was definitely some relief in purging. But should I leave my printing press in storage? Should I drag that 200lb machine with all my supplies on a 12 day drive and three day ferry ride to an unknown tiny fishing community? What am I doing with my life? You get the idea.
I friggin brought it.
Here's everything I owned in the world as of December 12th, 2017:
My legendary vagabond father was a primo co-pilot for the 12 day drive.
After dropping him safely at the airport in Seattle, I drove my little mobile home onto a Ferry in Bellingham, WA. Two nights of sleeping in a plastic deck chair later, I arrived in my new hometown on Christmas day.