1. Sure looks like I didn’t keep much. The image below is the total of what I’m taking on the plane. I’ve got a bit more now, since I’m going to be in colder weather and I’m dropping stuff along the way. But that’s the pare-down over four and a half years from a nearly 4000 sq ft. house filled with furniture, four cars and plenty of toys.
3. I don’t foresee a return to Carson City except for a visit. The difficult goodbyes made it hard to go, but the only way I would stay has such a vanishingly small likelihood of occurrence, as to be indistinguishable from zero. Okay, let’s just call it zero. Even so, I wrestle with my decision to pack up and leave hourly, if not even more often than that. But in this case, I’ve decided I’d rather deal with the demons I don’t know.
Ciao, my dudes.