This past week and a half has been super crazy. I am finally able to sit down and write about the adventure that has been the last week. This will be split in a couple of posts.
On Saturday, 9/7/13, the day finally came. It was time for me to leave the US and move overseas. Before I get to that, let me finish with California and Washington.
My trip to California was amazing. I don’t think there can be anywhere so beautiful in the world. I guess people have their own definitions of beautiful, but California is and always be my home. Monday night my dad and I got some more light painting done, and even involved the neighbors.
Tuesday, I drove around and visited with some more probation friends and then met up with a great friend whom I met in college. I finally made it to the bank in Oxnard, and then it was time to see my little niece in Ventura. I can’t believe that the next time I will see her she will be 3!!
I tried to meet up with another little dude in Ventura, but it didn’t happen. Oh well, a postcard will be sent for sure.
I think it was then that it started to set in that I was leaving soon and this was going to be my last night in California. I went back to Camarillo where I just felt overwhelmed. I met up with a friend that night for drinks in Oxnard where of course I ran into more people I knew. There were a few from probation and some from hockey. There was no surprise that I would run into either of those groups of people at a bar. It was great to see them.
The next morning was again crazy. I was feeling the late nights from my trip and needed to get everything packed up. There are still things and people I missed seeing, and it was difficult to leave that, but it was time I guess.
I had a late afternoon flight, but my dad and I were going to pick up my sister in Malibu on our way to breakfast with my aunt in Santa Monica, where I would also meet up with a friend who doesn’t know how a calendar works.
I love Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. Yeah, it is touristy and cheesy, but it is great during the holidays and the people watching is always great.
Barney’s Beanery changed their menus since the last time I was there, which I am not so sure about. Watching football there on Sundays is great and I highly suggest anyone looking for a spot to enjoy the games.
Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc…it was getting down to the wire.
After Third Street, the three of use drove to Burbank. The ride was pretty quiet and we were trying to acknowledge the inevitable. Then it finally came…the dreaded goodbyes. I am so thankful for sunglasses because I was a tearful mess hugging my dad and sister goodbye. Then I got to do it again!
My bags were overweight, one by 5 pounds and the other was over by 3 pounds. So they drove around the parking lot and came by again where I dumped clothes off into my dad’s truck for him to mail out to me later. Another set of tearful goodbyes and they were off. Goodbyes suck….BUT WE GOT TO DO IT AGAIN!! I had forgotten something in my dad’s truck so I quickly called them and thankfully they were lost so they turned back around. Finally the final goodbyes and I went into the terminal. Goodbyes are hard, but running from them is harder. Leaving a few in California is still difficult, but that is life I guess.
My flight was uneventful, Burbank to Oakland then Oakland to Seattle. On the plane I watched a movie about Richard Kuklinski, aka “The Iceman.” If you haven’t seen his interviews, here is one from YouTube. The guy is just a cold-blooded killer. I have been intrigued since I saw the interviews and read the biography. The guy scared the crap outta me just from the interviews.
I was welcomed home to Seattle by the wet nasty weather the area for which the area is known. While a change from the heat I had just left in Southern California, I had also packed away all my cold weather clothing and therefore got wet from the rain. Thursday I made my way to Olympia to my friend’s house to watch the Broncos smash. Glad I got to see at least one game this year. Then I had the scariest drive home ever. Traveling down the freeway at 50 mph in torrential rain and complete darkness was not fun.
That Friday, I finished up work and then back to the hotel to pack. After I got done there, it was time for one last trip to my favorite bar, Silvercity brewery. The bartenders and staff there are great people and one last beer calmed my nerves.
That was my last night in the United States. Next up…traveling the world.