Here we go.
We woke up on Sunday morning still buzzing from an excellent night of celebrating/lamenting and we packed the Explorer to its gills. Then, after a fantastic breakfast of chicken pot pies and pastries with Matt, Amber, Billy, and Sycz; a final visit to Church of the Angels; a beer with Shady Lane's new O'Brien tenants; a few tears and lots of hugs, we drove away.
We've spent Sunday and Monday with the Families B & L (respectively), playing cards, drinking wine, eating our last home-cooked meals for a while, talking, laughing, and saying our good-byes.
And now, this is it. We drive away from our sacred Southern California soil heading east, dust-bowl migrants in reverse, our entire life tightly packed into the modern-day equivalent of a Model A Ford (impractical, dirty, and prone to breaking down).
We love you West Coast. See you soon. East Coast, here we come.
Labels: Life, Wagons East 2007





