I left Medford last Monday and headed up to my sister and brother-in-law’s house, staying a night with some good friends in Corvallis along the way. Evacuating the city that night was surprisingly overwhelming: tough goodbyes followed by hours of hectic last-minute packing (I don’t know how I underestimated the workload by so much) and then the four-hour drive north in an unbelievably packed hatchback. I was also a little worried about whether I’d be able to get a decent price for my car after arriving, but I did have a couple of backup options in case I couldn’t.
I survived the drive after giving away a blender that kept sliding forward and hitting me on the back of the head (the gas-station attendant loved it: “Is this a Magic Bullet?!”), and Corvallis was great (thanks, Brian and Stacy). And the morning after I finally made it back to the Portland area, I signed the paperwork to sell my WRX for an honest-to-goodness slight profit — even after buying it new 10 months and 13,000 miles ago. Props to MF for honing my negotiation skills, and to Steve for buffing out those door dings like a champ.
So after several fun days of family time and a couple of semi-crazy nights with PDX friends I hadn’t seen in too long, I’ve got this weekend to iron out the last-minute wrinkles in my backpack and spend some more time with the fam before flying out on Monday night. It’s not quite real yet, but it’s getting close.