As I write, I’m bouncing along the tracks on the Coast Starlight to Portland, Jimmy (my gay husband is sitting silently beside me; shush, mommy’s working!) and I are going to the Blazers Spurs game tonight, we’re staying overnight at the Governor and returning to the Emerald City tomorrow on the Cascade Express. I love trains. I love Amtrak.
So, I just moved. Again.
I’ve moved 4 times in 4 years. If you believe in the law of averages, I’m making up for long stints of stability, having lived in the same house in Florida for over 16 years, I lived in two different houses in Bend, Oregon over 10 years, and when John (my “straight husband”) and I moved to Seattle almost 20 years ago, we briefly lived in a gorgeous house in Kirkland, hated the suburbs and promptly moved to the city where we lived together in a swank penthouse for about 13 years. During that time but only for about 4 years we also owned a second home, it was a mountain home over in Roslyn but we only used it for skiing and hiking and get-a-ways. It was nice to be able to head over Interstate 90 and know that in a short hour’s drive, we’d leave the urban light/blight behind and be surrounded by nature and at night be able to lay on the slope of the backyard and stare at the Milky Way. I moved out from living with John 4 years ago and began the life of a gypsy. A Queen Anne gypsy.
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